Love Me, Again

Chapter 7: A Remembering Date

A/N - Hi! I loved writing this chapter. I had writer's block on how they met but a friend helped. And I think it was perfect! :) Hope you enjoy reading!

P.S. ~ Play the song on the  side when I tell you to.

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*Celeste’s POV*

Memory Lane? Maybe we’re going to someplace we’ve been before? Hmm, we’ve been to so many places that I can’t remember a single one. Well, I’ll just wait and see.

After around five minutes of waiting, Harry finally slowed down and parked on some kind of parlor. He went outside and I was supposed to open my door but Harry beat me to it, opening the door himself and reaching his hand for me like a Royal Servant. I laugh to myself.

I accepted his hand and we walked to the shop, our hands still high up. We are like idiots. I like it. I feel like I’m remembering something...

Harry opened the door to the shop and I saw that it was empty. With a sign on the other wall, saying, “Welcome to Big Gay!”

Big Gay? I think I know that. I just don’t know when or where or whatever. I looked at Harry on my left side as he pulled me to the counter to the left. I kinda feel awkward with him holding my hand but I try not to make it look obvious. I know we want to work this out.

I didn’t know if he noticed because he let go of me and said, “Can you sit down? I’ll order for us.” I don’t know how he’s gonna do that without a cashier but I nod and sat on one of the two-person tables and waited patiently. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring into thin air until somebody’s voice woke me up from my trance.

“Good evening, ma’am. May I take your order?” I looked at the counter and saw Harry. Dressed in the staff uniform of Big Gay. With an apron. And a silly ice cream hat. Did I mention it was Harry?

I stood up and pointed at him like I was supposed to ask something. Instead, my mouth said, “Ahh. Uhh...”

He smiled cheekily and asked, “What can I get for you, miss?”

I decided to play along and pretended to caress my invisible beard as I pick out what to order. “Hmm, I’ll take one Mermaid, please.”

“As you wish.” He bowed curtly. What is with this bowing all the time? It’s like, mocking me. As Harry prepared my order, I quickly took out my wallet and prepare to pay for it.

When I placed the money on the counter, he said, “No need, love. This one’s on me.”

“Keep that. This is on me. As long as you eat with me on that table over there.” He pointed to a two-person table with a wink. I rudely shoved my money on the counter closer to him so he would just take it and get this over with.

“Ooh, feisty. You should’ve ordered Salty Pimp instead of Monday Sundae, love. Considering its Tuesday,” he says, smoothly.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t order,” I snapped with my finger pointed at him. Instead of answering me in a despicable way, he took my hand that was pointed to him and kissed the top, saying, “You’re so beautiful.” His eyes stayed on my pink eyes as it started to become emotionless, like it was being hypnotized. Then, it suddenly sparkled. Wait, I’m seeing things.

I blinked into reality. What was that? I think I’m feeling déjà vu. This means... That really happened? I dunno.

“Well, okay. If you insist.” I see Harry’s smile drop after what I said. Was he expecting something? If there was, I didn’t know.