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harry intertwined his fingers with mine as we trailed behind my mom, anne, and gemma.
i had no clue where we were eating since my mom said not to pay attention and to just enjoy my night. i think harry was one step ahead of me since all his attention was on me.
i still found it amazing how someone, a living breathing person, found my existence attention-worthy.
"tam," my mom called to me from the opposite side of harry. there was no separating him from me. "we'll be on the opposite side of the resturaunt, come over if there's any issues."
"wait whoa," i called her before she marched off. "you're leaving us alone?" i murmured to her.
she widened her eyes while laughing. "duh, kinda what a date is."
"it's not a date!" i whispered to her. she rolled her eyes.
"yeah okay."
anne was slowly creeping away from me and harry at the table, doing a wide cheesy smile. i saw harry was slighting blushing, subtly covering the side of his face with his hand.
i laughed. "thanks anne,"
"okay, sorry," she nervously laughed before rushing off.
now it was just me and harry, just staring at each other. me nervous, and him, slightly devious. it's like whenever our parents disappeared he turned from sweet and angelic into this little cute devil.
"sooo..." i breathed out, feeling awkward already. i just wasn't a fan of dinner dates.
"hi!" i was alarmed when a chirpy waitress appeared behind me. "i'm your waitress, melanie, and i will be helping you two tonight. need anything?"
"a notepad." i blurted out. there was no way i was going to have a conversation with harry with the bit of sign language i spoke.
"sure, i'll see if i can find one." she gave me a light smile. i was grateful she didn't ask what for.
i saw my mom and anne peering at us from their table across the room, anne holding her cheeks happily while my mom gave me two thumbs up. then she motioned her two hands, representing me and harry, putting them closer together.
i rolled my eyes, waving her off. she laughed before turning around.
i felt harry brush his leg against mine, trying to get my attention. i glanced at him, stifling back a laugh at his astonishment of a big picture of an ice cream dish.
"here you go," the waitress returned quickly, sliding a notepad and a pen towards us.
"thank you so much," i breathed out, making her laugh.
"no problem."
. . .
probably about halfway into our meals and awful handwriting in the notepad and laughs that we were getting stares at, melanie returned.
"as a request from your mother and anne, they've brought you this," i almost slapped my forehead when a large bottle of wine appeared in front of us. harry just laughed.
i actually loved wine, but the fact that my mother knew i wasn't as stable when i was drinking made me realize she planned for this.
damn you, mom.
"need anything else?" the waitress asked.
"yes, for you to slap my mother."
she just laughed.
i didn't even mind in the end. i was on my second glass while harry was still choking down his first. he wasn't used to the taste, almost choking and hiding his face behind a napkin while laughing.
there was tiny splatters on the table and on the notepad, and i couldn't even see what i was writing.
it wasn't too hard to forget the two drunk teenagers laughing with the lack of knowledge of how to drink wine.
being drunk was probably the worst and best thing to me.
but i was getting drunk with the one person who made me the happiest person alive.
. . .
"alright you two," my mom set us all the way in the back of the van while gemma sat perched in front of us.
"are you two drunk?" gemma asked widening her eyes. when i responded with a giggle she just rolled her eyes and laughed.
"now we got the lovebirds drunk," anne noted as she sat in the driver's seat. my mom plopped down in the passenger seat, laughing lightly at us all the way in the back.
harry wasn't even sitting next to me anymore, he was practically laying on me like a blanket.
a fluffy adorable blanket that made me very happy.
lmao at all this fluff and I can't revise now bc shitty service nOO
