The Herra Project II- Secret Weapon [H.S AU]

Double Date

I brushed my straightenned hair over one shoulder with my fingers as I looked into a mirror. I dressed up tonight in a ruffled claret red number. I drew on the thin line of eye liner and put on mascara and bright red lipstick. I slid on my favourite heels and ambled downstairs, impatiently waiting for Harry to show up.

"You look amazing, babe." I jumped as he stood behind me next to the kitchen door.

"How long have you been here?" I murmured.

He smirked and edged closer, "Your mom told me to wait for you."

"So you're actually going?" I grinned with surprise. I didn't even think he'd show up, let alone in his favourite pair of jeans.

"You look good?" I frowned as I noticed his tight white shirt, well showing off his protruding muscular arms.

"Surprised?" he chuckled. I felt his hand slip into mine as he stood in front of me.

"I didn't expect you to try to look good as well," I muttered, keeping my eyes on his broad shoulders.

"I barely try at all, it comes naturally," he smirked.

I chuckled at his playful arrogance and let him lead me to his car. He shut my door for me and walked around to the opposite side.

His hand found my thigh immediately as we drove.

He pulled up at the restaurant after a few minutes and breathed out, "You know I love you right? A lot."

I frowned at him, "Yeah, why do you say that?"

"Do you love me?" he asked, before he got out of the car and beat me to opening my door. He helped me out and I put my arm through his.

"More than anything, Harry."

He smiled faintly to himself and I ignored the reason behind his comment and smiled too. He locked the car before giving me the keys to put into my purse.

"One of these days I'm going to buy you a purse," I chuckled as we walked up to the restaurant arm in arm.

"Table for four," Harry said as confidently as I had expected. The waiter led us to a large round table, blue and white decorating it.

To my surprise he pushed in my chair for me and took the seat next to me.

"Why have you been running around me all night? Not that it's a complaint," I smirked.

He looked at me with a grin before staring out the window again agitatedly. I felt the soft sound of his boots tapping against the floor under us.

"What are you worried about, Harry?"

"Seeing him again."

"Why?" I frowned. He turned back to me and sighed.

"You'll figure it out when you see him," he repeated his perplex words from earlier, giving me no answer I understood. By the way his jaw had clenched I knew the topic was frustrating him.

"So you don't want to see him?" I sighed, hoping in vain to push him to a straight answer.

"It's not that. I don't want you to see him."

"But you just said-"

I stopped when I spotted Summer. I felt Harry's hand rubbing my thigh softly for reassurance. I kissed his cheek gently as I small smile crept to his lips. It faded again as he looked up at something. I turned my head and almost frowned. Mat was tall and lean with dark features. Dark and handsome like many would say. Handsome he definitely was. His jaw line was magnificently outlined against his face and his cropped brown fringe swayed over his forehead almost perfectly. He could be Ken the sequel.