Veronica’s Point of View
Words don’t begin to describe how nervous I am when Eleanor and I walk through the door. I look down at my outfit; she had picked out three nights ago. When I asked why so early, Eleanor claimed it was “Pre-Date Planning”. Compared to her, I felt under dressed. But there was no time to go back in change because I spot Harry and Louis across the room. Eleanor flashes them a perky wave, and drags me over to the table.
“Hello,” Louis smiles, greeting Eleanor with a hug. Feeling arms around me, I look up to see Harry peering down at me, looking absolutely delighted. Tonight he's wearing his favorite black leather jacket, with a baby blue collared shirt on the inside.
“You look beautiful,” he murmurs in my ear. I make a hasty effort to push him off of him, and slide into the booth. Harry follows me, and Eleanor and Louis do the same on the opposite side of the table. The booth is quite small, so Harry’s thigh brush up against mine.
“Hello, I’m Denise, and I’ll be your server today. Can I get you all any drinks?” she asks. I can’t help but notice how she stares intently at Harry. I laugh at her fail attempt to make her boobs look larger, by squeezing her arms together in a mock stretch. Eleanor stares at me, raising an eyebrow.
“Um,” I say, turning my laugh into a cough, “I’ll have an ice tea.”
“Ok,” she says, scribbling it down on her notepad. Turning to Harry, she runs a hand down his shoulder blade, “And what about you?”
Harry smiles, “I’ll just have a water.”
Continuing with the mandates, Eleanor orders lemonade, and Louis decides on Diet Coke. Denise walks away, exaggerating the swishing of her butt. But Harry takes no notice. Instead, he turns back to me, and rests a hand on my thigh. The shape of my lips flattens into a line, using my thumb and pointer finger to remove his hand.
“You know,” I lean, making me voice a hushed whisper, “You should probably direct your efforts to the waitress. She looks over at you every five seconds.”
Harry chuckles, “Liar.”
“Ok, let’s put a wager on it shall we? If I’m right you have to buy me ice cream after wards. If I lose, then I’ll buy you ice cream,” I offer.
“Deal.”
“Ready to lose?” I smirk, the both of looking at Denise who is waiting another table. “One, two, three, four, five!” Right on cue, she looks over her shoulder, as the family in front of her stares at the menu. She manifests Harry a flirty wink before turning back to her customers. Dimples show as he turns back to me, a lighthearted laugh restituted among his lips.
“Alright,” he sighs in defeat, “Guess I owe you ice cream.”
“I like cookie dough,” I tease.
“And I like you,” he mumbles, staring into my eyes. And, he’s back. For a moment, I actually enjoyed his company. I liked the funny Harry, that I could make bets with and tease without making it sound coy. I start to wonder if there is a Harry like that inside of him. Desperately hoping there was, I turn back to face Eleanor and Louis. But they are long gone, laughing and chatting about some unknown matter. At this point, it’s just Harry and I.
_________________________
