After I tried on the clothes, not the undergarments that Harry gave me, but the other clothes, we walked to the casher register. Harry was a little close...
I set the stuff on the counter and waited for her to scan the items.
"That will be $24.58 all together." The cashier said looking up at me.
I dug into my back pocket, grabbing my money.
"I got it." Harry's voice spoke.
"No Harry, you don't have to." I replied.
"Yes I do." He said and before I could give the lady the money Harry already swiped his card, putting in his PIN number and signing it, and pressing the 'okay' button.
I groaned. I didn't want him to buy my stuff, I can buy it myself.
"You guys are so cute together!" The cashier exclaimed.
"Oh no were not together. Not in a million years." I stated while Harry just smirked.
"Sure you aren't."
The lady handed me the bag and we walked out of the store.
"Where do you want to go now?" Harry asked me.
"Um... I don't know. Where do you want to go?"
"I know! Lets go to Victoria's Secret!"
"Harry! Your such a perv. I'm never going in there with you. Ever." I spoke and Harry just chuckled.
"I kinda want some food even though we like just ate breakfast."
"Of course you do you fatty." Harry said laughing.
"Your not nice and I'm not fat." I nudged him in the shoulder and he smiled, the one with the dimples. Oh my gosh it's so cute.
"What?" He questioned my staring.
"Nothing it's just that you have dimples and their cute, I'm jealous" I stated, blushing after I realized I just called him cute.
"You have nothing to be jealous about, your," He paused, stoping us in the middle of the mall. He leaned his head down to my ear and continued in a low voice.
"Beautiful."
I blushed even harder than I did before and stepped away, giving a little space between us.
After a few seconds of silence Harry spoke again.
"Where do you want to eat?"
"Umm... Can we walk down to the food court and see what is there?"
"Of course we can."
We headed down to the food court and I looked around, not seeing much of a selection.
"Ehh, there's nothing good, I'll just wait till we go back to the house."
"Okay, whatever you want to do."
After a while of walking around the mall, going in and out of different stores we decided to go back to the house.
We walked outside and headed towards his car. When I was about to open my door after he unlocked his car, he opened it for me giving me a small smile.
What?
I climbed into the large vehicle and sat on the dark fabric, shaking my leg up and down for no reason.
We were about halfway back to my house, I guess that's what I'll call it, when Harry pulled into a parking lot of what seemed to be a very fancy restraunt.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well your hungry aren't you."
"Yeah but you don't have to. I can just eat at home." I spoke.
"Yeah but I want to take you out."
"Ugh. Fine whatever." I huffed in annoyance, waiting for Harry to pull into a parking spot, which he eventually did. Sorta far from the door, but not to much.
We walked to the door, my hands tucked into the pocket of my sweatshirt. It's cold, almost winter. Why didn't you wear a coat Delilah. Your dumb.
We finally got to the doors, Harry holding one open for me and the few people behind us.
I nodded my head thank you and have a small nod.
When everyone was through the door Harry walked up to the podium with a dark haired boy standing behind it.
"Table for 2, please." Harry spoke, the brown haired guy who's name tag read Brian, grabbed two menus and walked us to a table in the back corner, laying the menus down.
Once me and Harry sat down the man spoke,
"Hello, my name is Brian and I'll be your server. What can I start you two off with to drink." 'Brian' turned his head towards Harry.
"I'll have a coke."
"Me to." I stated and he walked off saying he'll be right back with the drinks.
After we figured out what we were going to eat I asked,
"So... What do you want to talk about?"
"Well, I don't really know that much about you. Um... when your birthday?"
"November 19th '94. Yours?" I asked.
"February 1st. '94 also." He replied.
"Favorite color." Harry questioned.
"Blue" I raised my eyebrow towards him, signaling him to reply to his own question.
"Erm.... I don't really have a favorite color." I nodded and decided to ask my own question.
"Is your full name Harry?"
"No, its Harold. Don't ever call me that though."
He asked, "What's your favorite food."
"Spaghetti. Its like god was creating it but accidently put way too much deliciousness in it and its just PERF.... You?"
Harry chuckled before answering, "Chicken Alfredo, its amazing."
"What do you do?" I asked.
"I would you, if you wouldn't mind." I wouldn't mind at all Harry. I wouldn't mind at all.
"Harold! Yes I would mind thank you very much," No you wouldn't. "And I meant by what you do for a job."
"Oh. Sure that's what you meant. But I'm a personal trainer up at 'La Fitness' over by buffalo wild wings." (A/N If you guys don't know that's a food place.)
"Oh, that's cool."
"I think that they have some job openings for the receptionist, maybe we could check it out. Maybe get you an interview."
"Yeah, sure that be nice."
The waiter came back with our drinks and pulled out a notepad and a pen, looking down towards me.
