For the rest of dinner, we can’t seem to stop talking. Neither of ever run out of things to say to the other. We go back and forth and we tell stories and laugh.
I notice the way he throws his head back when he laughs. And the way his eyes seem to change with his emotion. I notice the way he constantly runs his fingers through his hair. I seem to be noticing all the little things he does. All his little habits as he tells me things about himself.
I learn all these little facts about him, like his favorite songs, bands, colors, and food, but I don’t really learn much about his past. Nevertheless, I’m glad that he’s telling me this. I love hearing him talk. Something about the way he talks is just aesthetic.
“Excuse me,” A waitress says as she approaches our table. “We’re about to close.”
I look at my phone. It’s almost 11.We had got here at 7. Had we really been so caught up in our conversation that so much time had flown by?
“Sorry.” Harry said to the waitress with an apologetic smile as he pulled out his wallet to pay for the meal.
“Woah, you don’t have to do that. I can pay for myself.” I protest.
Harry ignores me and hands the waitress the money anyway.
“Stubborn.” I tease him as we leave the restaurant.
“What was that?” He stops and turns around to face me.
“I called you stubborn.” I say and keep walking.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me into him.
“What was that?” He repeats, his words slow and soft, his face inches from mine.
“Um… I…” I can’t think straight.
“Leighton?” A voice calls from behind me.
I spin around to see Brady. "Oh, um, Brady.” I can feel myself blushing uncontrollably.
“Am I interrupting something?” He asks.
“Yes, you can leave now.” Harry interjects curtly.
“No, you’re fine, Brady.” I say, ignoring Harry. “I though you and Lindsey went home after we were at the beach?”
“Lindsey did, I’m staying the night with some friends.”
“Well see you around.” Harry says as he leads me away.
“That was a bit rude.” I state, breaking away from Harry’s grip on my wrist.
“Sorry.” He climbs in his car and I do the same.
“Where are we going now?” I ask.
“Home. It’s late.”
“Oh.” I sink down into my seat. Just a minute before I could have sworn he was going to kiss me, but his mood has changed so quickly.
It only takes a few minutes for us to get back to our street. He stops the car and gets out. “Goodnight.” He says dryly, slamming the door.
“Goodnight.” I say, and I walk back across the street to my own house.
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Waves
Fanfiction"When you think about it, you can relate everything back to the sea. Especially love. Love is deep, mysterious, and beautiful, much like the ocean."
