Dare 2

Chapter 102

| One Hundred Two |

"Harry," I mumble.

"Say you want me too Ari," He mumbles whilst sucking gently against my neck.

"I want you too Harry," I moan slightly.

I feel him smile against my neck. "Mmh fuck, I like the sound of that, a lot."

I bite my lip but force myself to stop.

"Seriously Harry, come on, later. We have to order." I chuckle.

"Babe," He moans. "Can't we just leave and go fuck?"

"Harry," I say. "No."

He groans, pulling away from my neck. He quickly kisses me on the lips before retreating back to the other side of the table.

"Have you found what you want?" I ask.

"Yeah," he mumbles as he looks through the menu.

"Are you guys ready for me to take your order?" A young lady asks.

I notice her eyes glued to Harry, smiling as she bites her lip.

Harry looks up and smiles at her.

"Yeah I think we are babe," He smiles.

She giggles and runs her hand through her hair.

I roll my eyes and Harry's eyes dart to mine but soon return back to the waitress.

"What will you be having?" she asks.

"The usual I have for the mornings babe," he smirks at her.

"Oh you'll have to remind me babe, it's been a long time." she winks.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it," he smirks.

What the fuck was that meant to mean and what was he doing? Flirting with her right in front of me — winking and smirking.

"Yeah it has Harry, we need to catch up." she says, sliding her tongue over her bottom lip.

Her eyes are remain on Harry, often looking him up and down. Rarely she will look at me and when she does she will raise her eyebrow in disgust.

What was her problem? It only had been a few minutes and already she threw me disgusting looks. I bite my lip, trying to hold my anger and jealousy back. By now I would think Harry would say no.

"Yeah," he smirks at her.

My mouth drops slightly as I stare at him. I know Harry can flirt a little and have his fun, but to agree to meet up is just too far. It is right in front of me as well.

She giggles.

"We'll talk later ok babe, I already have your number by the way," she says. "And Harry I was kidding silly, why would I forget what you like." she winks.

To me that just sounded creepy.

"Thanks."

"No problem sweetheart," she smiles writing on her small pad before turning to me.

"And you?" she said plainly.

I inform her with my order bluntly.

"Please," she mutters.

She places a fake smile on her face.

"Ok," she says, writing it down on her note pad.

"I'll be back," she smiles as she looks at Harry and places a hand on his shoulder before leaving.

I feel like shouting at Harry. What the fuck was that?

He turns back to me and smiles. I take my phone out and just scroll through messages and ignore Harry.

"I'm here you know," he states.

I look uo from my phone in disgust before returning my gaze back to the acreen.

"What's up with you babe?" he asks.

"Nothing." I mumble whilst putting my phone back.

He lowers his eyebrows.

"What have I done now?"

"You seriously don't know what you could have possibly done?" I shout.

I look around and realise I got a little too loud and quieten down.

"No babe because I haven't done anything," he chuckles.

"Don't call me babe," I say.

"Why not? I thought you liked it babe?" he chuckles slightly to himself.

"Because I don't want to be called it by you," I frown.

"What so I can't call you babe just because I call other girls it? You were never bothered before."

"I said don't call me it."

"I don't understand why you're so pissed over the word, you're never like this, what's the real problem?" he asks.

I bite my lip and relax.

"Nothing like I said,"

"Well ever since..." he stops and looks at me.

He smirks.

"Wait, this is about the waitress."