Whip L.S.(Bdsm)

15

The drive to the restaurant was short and silent, a good silence. When they arrived at the quaint little Italian place Louis was quick to park and walk around and get Harry's door. Of course Harry blushed and thanked him. They walked arm and arm into the front lobby of the restaurant, when they got to the podium where the hostess was standing she paused to look over the pair standing in front of her. Harry felt judged he always does. He has a hard time with people staring, he always feels like they think he's ugly even if they tell him other wise. Compliments are hard to accept. He's ok with people he knows but he tends not to believe strangers. Why would they say something nice? What could they want in return? One would almost think he has a touch of paranoia which I suppose he does. Low self esteem does things to your brain wether you want it to or not, even if your conscience of it and try to fix it, it will still eat away at your brain. It also tends to make you feel inferior like everyone else in the world in some way is better than you. So of course when standing in front of this really pretty blonde he felt less than, like if Louis could ditch him then and there for her he would. It really didn't help that she was flirting heavily with Louis. Batting her eyelashes puffing out her chest and smiling. It didn't seem to matter that the two had their arms linked. While Harry was letting his thoughts run away from him Louis was really starting to get annoyed, he noticed that Harry was uncomfortable and she did too and that's what really got under his skin.
As she was leading them to their table she winks at Louis and slips a paper that Harry assumes is her phone number into his hand, he didn't like it one bit but just told himself that Louis isn't his anyway so he decided to not care if Louis was gonna date her or not. Louis remained calm at this time but he was greatly agitated at this point. He calmly opened his hand looked at the offending paper, he sighs and rolls his eyes. When they get to their table Louis pulls out Harry's chair like a proper gentleman and grins at him earning a small smile and thank you from him. The hostess waited until they were both seated and handed them each a menu. Her eyes landed back on Louis as she asked if they needed anything else to which they both replied a no thanks. She then leaned down in Louis face boobs on full show and asked him to call her some time. At this point he's had it.
"Ok, listen I appreciate that you think I'm attractive or whatever but I'm extremely offended that you would act this unprofessional to us when we are clearly on a date! Just to get this through to you I will say it again. I am on a date with a beautiful man and I am in fact not straight so please take your flirting some where that it's appreciated." After his little speech the hostesses head was hung to the floor with her cheeks stained red with embarrassment. Harry on the other hand was awe struck. She walked away with her metaphorical tail between her legs as quickly as possible.
"Thank you for that." Harry said very quietly.
"I meant every word." Louis stated confidently and Harry blushed again. This man seems to always find a way to bring that out of him. So far this was the best first date he's been on.