Back And Forth (Sequel To Sent From Above)

37. Some Dinner pt. 2

"Wait, what?" He steady his gaze on me, slowly putting the fork down on the table. I sighed, looking at him without a doubt, seeing he was alarmed by my sudden answer to him.

"He's there. In one or two of my classes, always hoping for me to talk to him but I never do. Well," I chuckled, causing Harry to look at me with a raised brow, "The only words I ever communicate with him is just 'fuck you' or 'leave me alone'. That's it." I shrugged, taking the glass of champagne and chugged it down in one swallow.

"Why haven't you told me this before, I could've done something Rem."

"There's nothing you can't do Harry." I looked at him, "Really, even if you telling him to back off just cause you're famous wouldn't seal the deal with him."

"You think I would pull the famous card on him Remi?" he scoffs , "Remi, I would come up to him as your boyfriend, not as a famous person and tell him to back off you. Is that what you think of me?"

I looked down to my empty glass, hoping not to answer that question. I could tell Harry was already starting to get annoyed as he lightly slammed his palm on the table causing some people sitting close around us getting they're attention. Talking in their hushed voices, I knew they were talking about Harry. Though no one had the balls to come and upfront us to say hi or even tooken a photo of us, him.

"You're my boyfriend Harry." I coughed ,"There's days, that yes I see you as a famous person. I think to myself wow Remi, you landed youself with a big shot. Someone who loves you as much as you do. And he's famous. Out of all the people in the world, I fell in love with someone big, ad he fell for me. I'm the girl who stole, Harry's heart. " I smiled, causing tears to brim at the corner of my eyes. He smiles, bringing his hand over the table and entwining his fingers with mine.

"Remi, it doesn't matter if I'm a big shot, that i'm a world-wide famous person who just so happens to fall in love with a girl who's nothing more but just a college person. But that's what people think, I don't think that way. I see you as my love of my life and I wouldn't want no one to hurt or take you away from me." He smiled a light-hearted smile and leaned in closer to the table, "Plus, you're the only girl who's makes my dick hard enough even when you're studying speaking french in the living room, even if you suck at it badly." He chuckles, making me to burst in a small fits of giggles.

"Now," Harry leaned back to his chair, grabbing his fork from the table, "Let's not have this conversation ruin our dinner date, a official date we haven't had in months and now i'm having it with you. So let's just eat." He smiles. I agreed, following Harry by picking up the fork.

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"That was good." She smiled, her arm clung tightly around mine. I smiled, walking ourselves to the car.

"Yeah it was. Missed having these nice dates with you." I chuckled, kissing the side of her head. "How long has it been? What, six or seven weeks ?"

"Of a nice romantic date?" she scrunched her nose. I nodded. She puffed her cheeks out.

"Three months?" She shrugs, "Okay, four, cause I thought that going to McDonald's late night was kinda a romantic gesture of yours." She smiled. I groaned in response, thinking to how stupid that was.

"Those weren't dates Rem, you don't know how sad that was for me that I couldn't take you out." I mumbled. She stopped in her tracks causing me to bump into her.

"Shut up. Romantic fancy places doesn't define them as a date. Going to McDonald's at three am is a date to me Harry." She walks closer to me, her arms wrapping around my neck before pulling me into a hug. "Going anywhere with just you is a date to me." She finished saying into my ear.