Love Me, Again

Chapter 8: A Lunch Gone Wrong

*Celeste’s POV*

The second I opened my eyes, I immediately groaned. The light that came from the window blinded me for a second, but I adjusted. I sat up from my bed and my head swarmed the memories of last night. My face suddenly broke into a grin.

I remembered! I remembered that Harry reenacted the day we met! But, how is it possible to I forget that very special moment? I thought for a moment before realizing...

It was her. But why would she do that? After all this time, why now? Maybe that’s the reason why I don’t think I love Harry anymore. Because I can’t remember any special memories of him! Well, I’ll show her. I’ll show them!

My head-ranting got cut off by the vibration of my phone. I opened the message and saw that it came from Adrian.

Starbucks Adrian: Hello, love! About the date, can we meet up at the restaurant just by the block of your flat?

Me: Sure. Is 12 pm good?

Starbucks Adrian: Yeah. Make sure you bring your beautiful self. ;)

I chuckled and shook my head. When is he going to realize that I don’t like him, that way?

I went inside my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face quickly before going to the kitchen to see if Harry’s awake. As I got down, I saw him by the sofa in the living room, watching TV.

I walked over to him and said, “Hey.” His head snapped to my direction before smiling.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” he asked and motioned me to sit down on the couch, beside him.

“I’m feeling fine. I wanted to thank you for last night.” I smiled at him as his dimples popped up on the either side of his cheek which made me feel something familiar... Was that butterflies?

“The pleasure was all mine,” he said before we turned both our heads to the TV. We were just watching until I reminded myself to tell him about having lunch with Adrian.

“Harry, I’m having lunch with a friend of mine. Are you okay with the flat by yourself?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I’ll just heat the Italian Spaghetti you made, which I’m sure is going to be absolutely delicious.” He winked at me, making me blush slightly and stand up to ready myself for later.

“Okay. Well, I’m going to take a shower now.” He gave me a simple nod as I went back up to my room.

*

I opened the restaurant’s door and let myself in. I quickly scanned the tables to see if Adrian was already here, but he wasn’t. I sighed and went to one of the tables and just waited for him to arrive.

After a few minutes, I saw him went inside the restaurant as I waved my hand at him to make him see that I was already there. He saw me and quickly went over to me and took my hand and kissed it. My eyes suddenly widened of his gesture but quickly hid the surprise in my eyes. Is he really serious?

“I’m sorry I’m a little late. My mother called and made me get something quickly before coming here,” he explained. Though his tone suggest that there was something hidden beneath the truth of his words. I nodded.

“It’s okay. So, what are we gonna eat?” I smiled at him.

Five plates of food later, we were laughing our heads off because of a childhood memory that he told me.

“Are you serious?! Your father really made you wear a dress?!” I asked, still laughing.

He rolled his eyes before saying, “Yes! And only because I refused to kiss a girl’s hand!”