(Taaaa daaaa. Chapter 12. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far. I'm getting a lot of nice tweets and I just want you guys to know it will get better. In the story it's only been three days so just you wait, lol. Twitter: @TFFAlive. Thanks lots! And I think this chapter is actually really long? It looks like it on "notes" lol. So sorry!)
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"How is it?" Harry asks me as we're sat in a mall food court eating Chinese.
We came to this mall, that neither us knew existed, because we saw that it had a puppy shop. And Harry promised we'd stop at a puppy shop. We also figured why not eat while we're here. We have another hour to go.
"It's good." I finish chewing. "How's yours?"
"It's okay. I kinda wish I would've gotten what you did." He admits.
"Would you like some?" I smile.
"I thought you would never ask." He puts his fork into my plate and picks what he wants.
"I asked if you wanted some right when we sat!" I laugh.
"Well I didn't know my dish was gonna suck."
"You can actually have the rest of mine." I push my plate closer to him.
"No, eat."
"I'm full."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Harry." I smile.
"Someone's getting a kiss after this."
His simple words give me butterflies.
"What if I don't want your kiss?"
"Then I'll just have to give it to someone else." He smirks.
I know he's joking but for some reason I don't like the idea of him kissing someone else.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Dare me?"
"No."
"Why not?" He smirks.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I said so, Harry." I smirk back.
"Is someone" he pauses, "jealous?" He pretends to gasp.
"No." I joke but lie.
"I think you are."
"Am not."
"Are so."
"Okay, fine." I admit. "Only because that would make you like, a serial kisser. And I don't want to kiss a serial kisser."
"Don't worry, love. You're the only girl I'm interested in kissing." He smirks.
That damn smirk.
"Promise?"
"I promise." He smiles.
"You're actually not the only guy I want kiss." I tell him and he looks quite intrigued to what I might say.
"And who else might there be?" He finishes off the last bite of food in my, well his plate.
"Channing Tatum." I try to hold back my giggle.
"Looks like I got some competition." He laughs.
"Just a bit."
"You ready to go see some puppies?" He asks while cleaning up his little mess.
