blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 52

"Harry, have you seen my choker?"

"Harry?"

"What's up, babe? I'm kind of doing something right now," he responds not taking his eyes away from the screen before him.

I roll my eyes. He's absolutely no help when he's playing his video games.

"What's so fun about this game, anyway?" I ask honestly curious.

"Who is that?" I hear one of Harry's friends ask through the headset.

"It's no one," he quickly replies, uninterested.

"No one?" I'm a little hurt, but it's whatever.

Oh.

There it goes!

"You know I didn't mean it like that, baby. I'm a little busy right now. Could you just give me a minute or two?"

Doing as he says I search his luggage for an outfit for him seeing as he is still in his briefs only.

ORLANDO IS buzzing with nightlife. It somehow carries such a much more lively atmosphere than Philadelphia's.

"If we cut through here, we'll make it to the restaurant in half the time," Harry announces as the GPS falls silent.

We've decided to attend this nighttime attraction called Disney Springs. It's an extension of entertainment into the night after the coasters at Walt Disney Resort close for the day.

After our little stunt at the carnival back in Pennsylvania Harry has made a promise to never ride another rollercoaster again. His sickness was supposedly too much.

Upon arrival, parking is hectic. There's absolutely no room for the oversized van we rented out for our time in Florida.

"We're just going to have to park across the street."

The atmosphere of Disney Springs is lively! It's like we've stepped into another dimension. When I turn around - hypnotized by the lights and excitement - Harry has his Polaroid out snapping pictures of me and the scene rapidly.

"I didn't know you were so into photography," I say taking his hand in mine.

Shrugging a shoulder he loops the camera around his neck and leads us into the industrial Gothic-styled restaurant called The Edison.

"I hear the American cuisine here is exceptional," Harry says.

It's very easy for me to forget that he is, in fact, from the United Kingdom. He's guilty of hiding his accent often, and it only ever comes out when he's angry or distracted.

It's honestly one of my favorite things about him. I don't know why he chooses to hide it.

"Hello, sirs. May I show you to a table?" A man with a very kind smile greets. His white hair is beautiful and compliments the fierceness of his features.

The restaurant is incredibly modern with a twist. Almost like a refined old age.

"May I interest you in a cocktail or appetizer to begin with?"

"I'll take a cosmopolitan and a basket of mozzarella sticks," Harry begins searching the menu.

"Just a water for now. Thank you."

I look up from my menu to an arched brow.

"You're not hungry?"

"No, I am. I just figured I'd eat with you to save some money."

"Ahh," he starts.

"Then what are you doing so far over there?" he questions motioning towards the empty space on his side of the booth.

"Right."

THE FOOD is great. At this point it's dishonest for me to call myself a vegan.

Yes, I still do not eat meat nor do I want to, but I've consumed one too many eggs and blocks of processed cheese since I've met Harry to claim such a title. So much has changed about me since I've met Harry! And I'd like to think for the best. I've never been more myself. He's opened this other half of me that I never knew existed. All of those years of trying to please everyone but myself seem so distant now. I've certainly become a better person.

"This is my first time eating mozzarella sticks," I announce nonchalantly, playing with the marinara sauce in front of me.

Harry looks surprised by this.

"Yup," I start popping the 'p'. "I've actually never really eaten a lot of the things we've eaten since the start of this trip. I was a hardcore vegan before I met you."

"That shocks me," he gasps in his native accent.

"You've got to start living your life, Park, and on one else's."

The stringy cheese lingers after he bites into the stick. It's fairly distracting.

"Yea, I'm starting to get that," I say looking down at the table in thought.

"Look at me, baby," Harry demands lifting my chin with his rough hand.

"I never want you being anyone else when you're around me. I couldn't give a fuck as to how you act when I'm not around, but I want to know all of you, every square of this blue-eyed monster that I just can't seem to quit," he says kissing my cheek.

"Your breath smells like onion rings," I say giggling.

He ignores my comment and begins to kiss me on the lips.

"Eww, Harry, stop!" I laugh.

"I'm not kidding. Your breath smells so bad right now!"

Picking up another onion ring he places it in his mouth chewing obnoxiously.

"You're going to accept my breath for the way it is," he laughs lightly.

I know that he's right. And I know that what he says is coming from his heart, because that's all that I've ever known him for: speaking his mind. His words make my heart flutter and I can feel myself getting lost in his garden of eden.

I know that I love him.

I know that he loves me.

And I just can't get enough of it.