The Writer (AU)

Chapter Twenty Three~ Winner Winner Italian Dinner

Harry's POV:

Walking into the wine room, Ellie's eyes filled with tears and I only smiled.

"Harry, I can't believe you did all of this," she gaped, looking at the table full of presents and our friends and family smiling at us.

"You're the best and you deserve only the best," I replied, kissing her temple. Watching her hug her brothers, sister, and my mum, I couldn't help but smile.

"How did you get all of them here?"

"I have my ways," I laughed. In reality, I had gone through her contacts in her phone and made sure to get her siblings here. I also got Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn to show up which I'm sure she appreciated.

"Thank you so much, Harry," Ellie sniffled, wiping under her eyes. Fighting the urge to passionately kiss her, we sat down and I placed a small kiss on her red lips.

"Anything for you." Her forehead touched mine and my mum doted on us. Blushing slightly, I felt Ellie tense as Serena took the open chair next to me with a devilish smile.

"Hi," she trilled. "I'm Serena."

"Hi," I replied flatly and squeezed Ellie's hand in reassurance. Ordering our drinks and appetizers, I watched Ellie closely as she spoke with a tall, blond guy who I assumed was one of her brothers.

"No, and then Daniel shit his pants," the guy laughed and Ellie burst into a fit of giggles.

"Oh how I love your friends, Dan," she sighed. "They bring the best stories."

"Who's this, babe?" I smiled, feeling a pang of jealousy run through me.

"This is Jackson, Daniel's friend from UCLA," she smiled widely. (an: Jackson is played by Alexander Skarsgard. I just couldn't think of a name for the character so that's why on the cast list it just says college guy)

"Harry," I said, holding my hand out.

"Nice to meet you,"Jackson nodded, shaking my hand firmly. He was just as much trouble to Ellie as Serena was trying to flirt with me. Wrapping my arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her to my side, I softly kissed her temple. She started to blush and I knew that other guy was practically setting me on fire. I was here first. Smiling as we got our drinks, I rested my hand on her thigh and could see her blush even harder. Stifling a grin, I looked down at the menu and tried to engage in as much conversation as I could to keep that Jackson guy was from talking to Ellie.

"What are you gonna get?"

"I don't know," she shrugged taking a sip of wine.

"What are you thinking of getting?" I chuckled.

"Well, what I really want isn't on the menu," she winked and my jaw dropped to the floor. It wasn't really like her to make a lot of innuendos and this seemed like a perfect one. Smiling widely, trying to hide my blush as she leaned over and kissed my cheek, I kept my eyes on the menu.

"How about the chicken piccata?" I suggested, my cheeks still on fire. This was so unfair. She was sitting there, looking incredibly gorgeous and happy and here she was teasing the shit out of me.

"That sounds good. I was thinking that or the Chicken saltimbocca. I like pancetta," she nodded. Looking at her deep red lips curl into a smile, I fought the urge to kiss her. Watching as the wine slowly got to her, her smiles were wider, her eyes glassy, and she got a lot more hands on with me.

"Let's open some presents!" Daniel exclaimed after we finished off our food and the cake was coming.

"The cake is coming," I whispered as quietly as I could, trying not to shudder as Ellie ran her nails against my scalp. Trying not to give away that she was turning me on, I cleared my throat and slightly smiled at her.

"Here it is!" The waiter exclaimed with a wide smile, sitting it in from of Ellie as we all began to sing.

Ellie's POV:

Sitting there with Harry, I was doing everything in my power to keep him away from Serena. I had had two glasses of wine and was still coherent enough to know she was trying to dig her claws into him. My hands had taken matters for themselves and I couldn't stop touching Harry as I heard the waiter announce that the cake was here. Smiling as he sat the beautiful two layer cake in front of me with candles alight on top, I looked at Harry with a wide grin before pecking his lips.

"Make a wish love," he murmured with a soft smile before kissing my temple.

"I already have everything I could ever want." Taking a deep breath, I tried to quickly think of something before the wax began to drip onto my cake.

I wish for all my dreams to come true and to be happy. Blowing out the candles, everyone clapped.

"Did you make a good wish?" Harry's voice filled my ear.

"I did," I beamed and kissed him softly.