Beneath the willow (H.S)

Chapter five

I decide to spend the day with Harry since I don't have to work for the next two days.

Apart of me is weirded out by the fact Harry wanted me to call him daddy, while the other half is curious.

What in the hell would make him like that word.
I mean to each their own, but I've never been one to have kinks like that. But for someone like harry, someone who makes me happy without effort, I could possibly give it a try. I'd just have to fight past the weirdness of it.

I'm curled up next to Harry, watching 'The Kissing Booth' some Netflix original, and love it. It's beyond cheesy but in the way that makes your insides mushy and your heart flutter. It's cute, how much the older brother Noah worked to make sure his little brothers best friend Elle was safe.

"I can't believe you like this shit." Harry laughs at the scene on the screen.

"Hey it's a cute movie. The average girl who never has been kissed, and barely got any attention gets the guy of her dreams." I rant, crossing my arms jokingly.
Harry just shakes his head and stares at me.

Later on we decide to go out to eat at Denny's, more Harry's idea than mine but I love the skillets so I didn't really object.

Once we were sat in a booth, I noticed a girl staring at us. The look on her face telling me she's not too happy.
Harry follows my eyes and upon seeing her rolls his eyes.

"Who's that? And why's she looking at us like that?" I question, I hate being stared at, makes me instantly become hostile. I don't know why, but it's just the way I am.

Harry stares at her for a moment then returns his gaze to me. He just shrugs and continues to look over the menu. He didn't seem to know or care but I did.
I stared back, barely blinking. She finally looks away, and says something to the other people with her but doesn't look again.

"Hey, don't worry about her. Let's just enjoy this time together." Harry reaches over and grabs my hand, his thumb gently rubbing across my knuckles.
I nod and we order our food once the waitress returns.

The skillet I ordered hit a spot in my heart where only food can reach. As I eat Harry watches me, a smirk playing at his lips.

"What?" I mumble as I take another bite of my food.

"Nothing." He smiles, I can't help but smile back and roll my eyes.

"I just think you're beautiful, can't I just stare at you?" He adds, I can't help my look down at my food.

"I hate when people stare, but I guess if it's you who's staring I can make an exception." I joke, letting out a laugh, harry nods.

As I go to take another bite the girl from earlier is suddenly standing at the end of our booth.

"Can I help you." My fork clanks loudly against the table as I set it down.
She ignores me and speaks to harry.

"Who do you think you are? You just stop texting me back, and ignoring my calls?" She snaps, her perfectly straightened blonde hair moving as she speaks.
I look at Harry and his cheeks suddenly flush. Not from embarrassment but from anger.

"I told you, several times may I add, that I wasn't interested. And yet you kept harassing me." She lets out an ugly high pitch laugh and reaches for his drink.

I snatch her wrist and yank it away. Quickly standing up I set myself between her and him.

"You really don't want these problems girl, back the fuck up." I snap, my fist clenched. I'm losing my patience very fast.