The Way Things Work

Chapter Fifty Eight

Harry looked up from his plate and chuckled at you. His happiness rang through your ears and caused a smile to slip across your face. "You wear that ice cream surprisingly well." He winked as you giggled in confusion.

"What?"

"You have ice cream on your face dear." He smiled up into your eyes as your hand covered your mouth in slight embarrassment. "Let me get it for you." He slowly drew your hands away from your mouth and gave the right of your upper lip a small kiss. Ha didn't stop there though. He placed a small kiss on your nose and then on your forehead as your fingers laced together as he pressed his lips against your cheek and pulled away. 

"I must have practically stuck my face onto the plate to get that much ice cream on myself." You joked.

"Yeah, it was the ice cream." He shook his head as he laughed. 

"I knew it!"

"So how do you feel?"

"What do you mean?"

"After eating that?"

"Fine-"

"See! And eating that made you happy as opposed to the egg which is just boring." He laughed.

"Yeah sure." He signaled the waitress for the check and she brought it right over. "How much do I owe you?"

"What are you talking about? What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?" He laughed.

"Sorry."

"Why do you do that?" He asked as he handed the waitress the money and told her to keep the change.

"Do what?"

"Apologize so much?"

"Not sure. Sorry." You smiled cheekily at him. 

"Well you don't need to." He grinned as he got you out of the booth and outside. You leaned into his chest as you walked and he accepted by nuzzling his shoulder into your back. You walked through the town until you were stopped by a few fans. Harry stood talking to the fans until he tried to end the conversation politely and they agreed but asked for a photo.

"Sam! Will you come in it?" A small framed brunette asked.

"U-Um I guess." You smiled, slightly flattered.

"No! That'll ruin the shot!" A tall, frail blonde protested.

"I'm s-sor-"

"Sam. Don't." Harry refused to let you apologize. "Excuse me but you have no right to talk to her like that!"

"I'll talk to her any way I want! I'm only telling the truth!"

"What truth?" Harry grew defensive as he stepped in front of you.

"The truth that she isn't good enough for you! You're better suited for someone like me." She moved forward as her hand brushed down his chest. He quickly moved her hand away and shot her a look.

"She is more than enough and I could never date someone like you! I don't just admire outer beauty, I go for the inner!" 

"Well she has no outer beauty at all. All I see is fat-"

"Have a nice day." He growled as he grabbed your hand and walked away.