My Tourmaline

Chapter Eight

For the second time since knowing Harry, I found myself stood inside his flat. It was such a nice place, and all the different parts of furniture and the eccentric paintings made it cosy. Harry walked me to the spare room, opening the door and carrying my stuff inside.

"There you go. Your little den for the next few days." He smiled, placing my few small bags on the end of the bed.

"Thank you, Harry. I do quite like this room you know, especially the fairy lights." I smiled.

"Good, I'm glad."

Perching himself on the edge of the bed, he kicked off his shoes and looked up at me, flaring his nostrils and brushing over the fringe of his hair with his thumb.

"This... Date...." He ushered. "How about we have one right now, in the flat?"

He stared into my eyes intently, awaiting my answer. A date? With me looking how I did?!

"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately!" I replied gesturing to my 'tramp' like style of clothing I had on.

"Stay there."

He pointed at me, as he jumped up from the bed, leaving the room. I heard bashing and cupboards being closed and opened next door, to where I'm assuming Harry's bedroom was. He returned moments later, in a pair of joggers, a tight white t-shirt and a zip up grey hoodie. His slim, muscley build could be seen through his t shirt. He looked GORGEOUS. I began gawping up and down his body, unintentionally licking my lips. I blushed when I realised what I was doing and he chuckled in response.

"Now we can have a chilled date together" he smiled, gesturing out his hand for me to take it as he lead me into the kitchen. The butterflies in my stomach were constant. Harry was so adorable, I couldn't get over how right it felt when I was with him. No one had ever made me feel so comfortable around them. I couldn't help but smile.

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After chatting for what felt like ages about how I wanted to go to college to study a degree in art and fashion design, Harry placed a huge bowl of some sort of colourful stir fry in front of me on the glass table.

"It looks and smells delicious!"

"Why thank you. You haven't tried it yet though, don't talk too soon." He smirked. "Drink?"

"Please!"

"I got given a prosecco rosé, fancy it?"

"One of my favourite drinks. Yes please! I will warn you though, it goes straight to my head."

He muttered something under his breath, but I didn't hear what and decided to ignore it.

"Mmmmmm" I exclaimed with a mouthful of food. The food was sooo good, and the candlelight made the whole date so special.

"I like that sound" Harry winked.

I blushed as I began to continue eating what Harry had made, necking down several glasses of the fizzy drink, with the sharp alcoholic buzz tickling my throat. After two or three glasses, ( I lost count with Harry's top ups) I began to feel a little light headed and began eating my dinner much quicker than usual.

"Drink up!! You've only had one glass!!" I shouted, picking up the big bottle of alcohol and pouring it in Harry's and my glass.

"Woaaaaah woah, you can have mine. I don't really drink." Harry chuckled at my generous pouring skills.

"You should have said... We both could have had water..." I bit my lip, looking down slightly blushing that Harry was only drinking because I wanted to.

"Hey you." He cupped my chin, lifitng it up so his eyes met mine. "Dont be silly. Enjoy yourself, you deserve to." He tapped my nose with his finger, as I let out a huge chuckle. The drink really was making me pretty lively.