all the love // H.S au (university series)

affection

"I've never tried them!"

"We have to order them. You know, oysters are an aphrodisiac." Harry retorted, looking up from the menu and smiling slightly at me, flashing a wink.

"Oh, behave," I quip back, trying to hide my blushing behind the menu. "I can't promise I'll like them, but I can promise I'll like the champagne," I say, tipping my glass to my lips with a smirk.

The restaurant is so incredibly nice. Red drapes, chandeliers, exposed brick, the whole nine yards. Harry and I chat about the menu and bicker about the prices of the dishes at this insane restaurant for a while, with him constantly insisting I order anything I'd like and he'll handle the bill. I felt flattered, but I also felt bad. I don't know Harry's financial situation, but if he can swing a nice date like this with no worries, then he must be well enough off. I finally give in when he says I can take care of gratuity. Satisfied with my contribution, I order the Mushroom Cappelletti.

Harry and I enjoy each others company over our ridiculously delicious meals, each taking a few bites out of the others plate. It might be weird, but I find sharing a meal with another person to be a really intimate act, so the fact that we can share with each other so well means a lot to me. It also doesn't help that Harry looks so good tonight. He's dressed in an all-black ensemble, save for his shoes, which are embellished with little rainbows. His quirkiness shines through in anything he wears, and I love it. He really is something special.

Sooner than I'd like, our waiter drops off the bill and we are on our way to what I expected back to Harry's flat, until I noticed that he was taking us to the complete opposite side of the city.

"Harry, where are we going?" I ask, genuinely lost.

"Date s'not over, lovie." He says, reaching his hand over the center counsel to hold mine. He squeezes it in reassurance as he pulls into a lively nightclub that reads in bright red neon 'Azuca Nuevo Latino'.

"Harry!" I exclaim in excitement. "How did you know? I love this club! They have bachata Thursdays!" I look up to Harry as if he was a godsend. He truly just knows how to make me happy.

"Helena tipped me off, she said you love to dance. But, to be fair, I have no real idea how to dance. And when I do, I look like Mick Jagger. But not in a cool way." Harry says smiling, but I can tell he is feeling a bit nervous.

"Oh cariño, you have nothing to worry about. I'll teach you all you need to know." I say, taking his hand in mine and leading him up to the doors to the best night of my life. As soon as we enter, the exciting beat of reggaeton pulses through my body.

"How about a drink?" I say over the loud music. Harry nods, following me closely with his hand now on my back, guiding me towards the bar. He orders us something strong as we mingle in the bar for a bit.

"How about I take you out on the dance floor to a pretty easy song to learn to? Just the basic steps, I'll lead." I say, trying to ease his worries. "I'm not worried at all though, it doesn't matter if you're good or not, just as long as you're having fun," I add, reassuring him. Harry doesn't say anything in response, instead, he finishes his drink in like two gulps and pulls me from the bar and onto the dance floor, all with a huge grin across his face. I glimpse at his cute ass dimples and smile myself. The dance floor is packed, and everyone is dancing, never missing a beat. I take Harry and begin to sway my hips against his to the beat. He is really stiff, so I move my hands to his hips and move them manually.

"Just loosen up, connect with the music," I advise, whispering in his ear.

"I don't understand the lyrics, I took French." He professes to me. I giggle at his exclamation.