British's Girl is Irish's Girlfriend ||✔

Chapter 22

I walk to the class, Emma sits beside me, I haven't told her anything about Luke's proposal, we take our usual seat, Luke walks in with his rest of the friends, he passes a smile, and nodding he moves to the back of the class, thankfully, professor starts the class, before Emma can ask me something. I continue, studying.

After our class, Emma, passes me a quizzical glare, and in lunch break I tell her everything about Luke's proposal, and she is happy that he is serious with me, as the bell rings, we walk to the other class, which is in other block.

"Kath." A voice echoes from behind, we both turn. Luke jogs in our direction.

"Hey..." he says, smiling.

"Hii..." I reply.

"I think, I should leave, catch you later, Kath" Emma says, but before she can walk out.

"Emma, look what I did to you was wrong, and I m sorry for that, please forgive me." Luke says to Emma, her face is horrified by his apology I think, she blinks, "I-its okay." She stammers.

"I know that sorry, will not heal your wound, but believe me I am really sorry, for what I did to you, please forgive me." He says, looking at the ground.

"its fine and apology accepted, and I am happy for you guys but if you'll hurt her, believe me I'll not think twice before breaking your nose." She threatens.

"I never will, and thank you for forgiving me." his face lights up.

"It's definitely fine, and see you, after classes, Kath." Winking she walks to her classes.

"Whoa, I m impressed." I say, grinning.

"Kath, are you free tonight, I mean we can go to dinner, if you don't mind."

"Okay, dinner sounds good." I say, smiling.

"Great, than I'll pick you up from your place by 7:30." He says, smiling from ear to ear.

"Okay."

And we both walk to class.

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After freshen up, I walk to closet to decide what to where tonight, god, its making me nauseous; I have never went to date earlier, with anyone. I don't know how other girls deal with this problem.

"Hey... going somewhere?" Niall startles me from behind.

"Niall, thank god you are here, please help me with these clothes."

"Anything special?" he asks frowning.

"Well, Luke asked me for dinner tonight."

"What, really.... I mean that's good, but does Harry knows?"

"no, no he doesn't know, and I really don't want to tell him, I mean I have not decided yet, whether to say yes to him or not, and I don't want to tell him until I am sure about him, but he said to pick me up from here and its so stupid of me that I said okay to him."

"Okay, relax, call him and ask him to receive you from the same ice cream parlor, where we went yesterday."

"okay." I say and call him he answers on second ring, and I tell him exactly, the same, which Niall told me to.

"He said that he'll be there by 7:30."

"good." I smile at him, how he can be so cute once, and so caring the other, my mind replays the tea and ice cream incident, I didn't realize I am smiling wide.

"What's so amusing?" he asks, raising his brows.

"You"

"What about me, did I have something on my face?" he moves his hands all over his face and walks to mirror to have a look. God, he is damn cute, I laugh, harder at his gesture.

He turns to me, with one hand on his slightly bent waist, and he asks dramatically,

"What, will you tell me?"

"Oh!! you are so cute" holding my aching stomach due to laughing.

"How?" he asks, raising his brows.

"I mean who adds 8 spoons of sugar in 6 cups of tea, and who smashes his favorite ice cream on others face, this makes you cute."

"Okay, stop making fun of it." He tries to roll his eyes.

"I m not making fun, well, sort of, and especially when you try to roll your cute eyes you look damn cute and adorable."

"You are so beasty."

"Beasty?" i say, testing the word.

"yeah, because you have the beauty of innocence with beast inside as everyone has a devil inside them but there's a beast inside you, which hides behind the beauty of yours."

"Hey, don't call me that, I m not beasty, okay."

"Yes you are, and I'll call you beasty, if I want."

"Stop it."

"Oh my poor beasty, beasty, beasty." He says in my ears, I put my head in my hand.

"Okay, now, what's the next problem, beasty?" he asks, smiling.