Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

40 | On A Date Again

ASHLEY'S POV

"So how was life while I was on tour?"

Yeah, because you didn't talk to me and now you don't know.

"I mean, it's great. I was sad and lonely all the time and the bed always seemed a little bigger and I woke up cuddling myself countless of times and billions of tears have been shed but you're here now and none of that matters anymore." I rambled. I pointed to another road and he drove towards it. We were going on a date again, after a really long while.

"Aw, shucks." He said in a baby with a strange lisp voice, parking the car before bringing me in by the shoulders. I chuckled as he placed a sloppy kiss on my temple. "Well, I enjoy walking with you a lot but sad to say, we're already here. So, come on. Let's eat!"

I looked up to see a big sign with the restaurant's name written on it which I will not even attempt to pronounce. He put his hand on the small of my back and urged me through the entrance with a light push. We were greeted by a hostess and then Michael surprised me by saying "Reservation for Mr and Mrs Clifford, please."

"Right here, sir." The hostess said, leading us to a table in a secluded area. It was at the most back, on the right corner. It looked like a booth, with the chairs and all. We took a seat across from each other and he instantly reached for my hand, interlocking our fingers and resting them on the edge of the table. There was a vase containing my favorite flower; a white hibiscus, right smack on the center of the table and it covered my view a little, but I tried to show as much gratitude as I could.

"Hello, I'm Harley. I'll be your waitress for tonight. Let's start with your beverages. Do you know what drink you want or may I suggest the chef's choice?" She smiled politely.

She was my definition of female perfection. Even through her uniform, you could still see her beautiful curves. Her uniform was a navy blue dress with one shoulder and silver glitter lining and black heels. Her hair was tucked neatly into an updo and she looked nearly the same age as I am. Her bright smile accentuated her nose that were just the right amount of sharp and smooth. Her eyes, so grey they almost looked silver.

"Red wine for my lovely young lady over there and white for me because I'm sane." We laughed at that. She nodded and began to walk off to get our drinks. "Thank you."

We sat in a comfortable silence once again. Hands intertwined, eyes locked and I could feel his happiness radiating as he smiled to himself and looked down to his lap before bringing his face back up and arching an eyebrow as he stared at me. I quirked an eyebrow, as a gesture saying 'what?' but he just shook his head and started blushing. Deciding to brush it off my shoulder, Harley showed up with our drinks and menus. As she left, we sipped quietly on our wine.

"Thank you so much for all this, Mikey, I could never have asked for something bett-"

He held up a finger, causing me to go silent.

"Don't thank me, babe. Anything for my girl. Let's just enjoy the date and not care about anything else right now." He smiled as I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I looked down on my lap, where my black suede saddle bag rested, letting my short hair that already grew slightly past my shoulders. I hadn't dyed it an interesting color, but I was thinking an ombré from black to dark purple. It was quiet for a while and I enjoyed the comfortable silence. Then he proceeded to say; "So you and your red wine, me and my white wine. Pure love. I'm gonna enjoy tonight."

I smiled. "I know you still hate the fact that I still choose red wine over white, babe."

"Well, who in their right mind would like red wine?!" He said, detaching our hands. I giggled and grabbed his hand again.