The Writer (AU)

Chapter Fourteen~ I Would

"I'm fi-" I started.

"Ellie, just eat a damn doughnut," Harry laughed. Taking one from the box and swallowing nervously, I took a bite. I hadn't had a doughnut in five years and I didn't realize I had moaned until Harry continued laughing

"I take it it's been a while since you've had one?"

"Five years," I laughed, blushing.

"Why so long?" he asked as we pulled out of the parking spot.

"It's a long story."

"We've got time." Making our way through the light traffic, we pulled into the IHOP parking lot and made our way inside. As we sat down, a waitress passed by with a tray full of food and my stomach grumbled.

"So," Harry cleared his throat. "Your long story."

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"I'm your boyfriend. You can tell me anything." Seeing a petite blonde waitress walk toward our table, I sighed with relief.

"Hi, I'm Whitney. What can I get y'all to drink?" she smiled.

"Can I have a glass of orange juice and some chocolate milk, please?" I chuckled.

"Just orange juice and coffee please," Harry said, his voice still raspy.

"Would you like a cup too?" Whitney asked with a nod toward me.

"Sure," I shrugged.

"I'll be right back with that," she chirped and walked back toward the kitchen.

"What are you getting?" I asked him as he looked at the menu.

"I'll tell you if you tell me your long story," he challenged. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I counted to five and reopened them.

"You're lucky you're adorable," I mumbled. All he did was smile widely. "When I was eleven, I broke my hip and I basically couldn't work out for two years. I still ate like I was playing basketball and gained a bunch of weight."

"That wasn't that long." I rolled my eyes.

"It's kind of hard for me to talk about."

"Is that why you rub under your chin when you get nervous?" he asked with a low voice. How the hell had he noticed that? I was careful not to do it around him.

"How did you know that?"

"When I asked if you wanted a doughnut, you rubbed under your chin." Shit.

"I just don't want to ever go back to what I looked like. That's why I workout so much and run like I do and I don't really eat any junk food. Like, ever." I was surprised I wasn't feeling sick from the doughnut.

"So no junk food? Do you still drink soda?"

"Nope. Not in three years. I mean, I drink a ginger ale from time to time, but that really doesn't count."

"Wow. That's really good."

"You're not weirded out by that?" I asked with confusion.

"Why would I be weirded out by that? You take good care of yourself," he chuckled.

"Oh."

"What?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Usually when I tell people that, they think I'm weird."

Chuckling, he ran his fingers through his hair, "I don't think that's weird at all." The waitress came back with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order.