Starbucks Lovers (L.S)

7

After about 20 minutes of driving we find ourselves parking in front of the restaurant. It doesn't really look like much, but it seems like a cozy, little place.

I rush to the other side of the car as soon as I turn it off to open the door for Harry. He smiles at me as he gets out. He closes the door behind him and turns to me again, and before I know it he's taking my hand in his. My eyes widen and I stiffen in my posture for a quick second before immediately loving the feeling.

He swings our hands gingerly back and forth as we walk up to the door. We walk into the restaurant and are met with quite a weird smell actually. I can't put my finger on what it is though. Seconds later a waitress walks up to us.

"Welcome to the Blue Elephant, how may I help you?" She asks politely.

"A table for two please."

"Of course. If you would follow me." She grabs two menus and leads us to a table in the back of the room.

"Thank you, love." I smile at her and she blushes and smiles back before turning around and walking back to the front entrance.

I turn my head back to Harry to see him pouting at me. "What?" I chuckle, and pick up the menu that was placed in front of me.

"Why are you flirting with the waitress instead of me?" He crosses his arms playfully.

"I wasn't flirting with her, what are you talking about?" I smile at the adorably jealousy.

"Thank you, love." He imitates me horribly and then glares at me.

"That's called being polite Harry, if you think that's flirting you'll be surprised, but you'll experience it just you wait and see. You won't even know what hit you." I smirk at him and he gasps before he smirks back.

I shift my eyes to the menu and we study the selection of food for a couple of minutes before I decide on getting the chicken breast and Harry the fettuccine alfredo. The waitress comes back and takes our order a couple of minutes later.

The drinks come rather quickly and then after waiting about 15 more minutes our food is being placed in front of us. I won't lie, it doesn't look like the most appetizing thing in the world but I won't judge it before I taste it.

Harry and I share a quick look of doubt before we both dig into the food. We silently count down before each biting into our meal. I chew on the piece of chicken about three times before I've gotten enough.

It tastes like shit to put it gently. I see Harry having the same reaction to his food since his face just screams disgust. We look frightened at each other by what we just put into our mouths, and then Harry can't take it anymore and spits the fettuccine alfredo into his napkin. I quickly do the same and the we just look disgusted at each other for some time before I can't help but laugh.

Harry soon joins me and we must look like two crackheads. I get goosebumps from just thinking of the taste of whatever I just had in my mouth, because I don't think it was chicken.

"Where did you find this place again?" Harry laughs.

"Apparently not somewhere to trust." I laugh back.

It's just typical that this would happen on a date I arrange. And then with Harry out of all people. Luckily he seems to be taking it well and I am very thankful for that.

"Should we get out of here?" I smile at him and he quickly nods. I call back the waiter and make up a stupid excuse that we have an emergency, before I pay her and we leave the restaurant as fast as possible.

"That was so gross." I cringe.

"So gross." Harry closes his eyes in disgust just by the memory. Then I hear his stomach growling, and it reminds me that now we didn't get anything to eat and it kind of ruined the whole night.

"I'm sorry about that." I say guiltily, scratching the back of my head, but Harry just chuckles and pulls me in for a sudden hug.

"It's okay. This is definitely not like any other date I've ever been on." He grins and those dimples just make me weak in the knees.

"But what are we gonna do now?" I pout. "What about food?"

"I saw a Mc Donald's on the way here?" He smiles widely at me. Okay, this man just keeps impressing me. Suggesting Mc Donald's over a date with no guilt is literally the only rule on my list of requires for a future boyfriend. I'm just going to go right ahead and check that off then.

"You're a genius, there's no simpler way to put it." I shrug and he laughs and thanks me. We run to my car and immediately head for the Mc Donald's nearby.

We are there no more than 3 minutes later and charge towards the line of people waiting to order food. I'm already out of breath for actually running like 15 feet.

"You're in great shape huh?" Harry jokes but is soon caught up in his own fight for breath.

"And that's coming from you?" I dash his shoulder and we chuckle childishly until it's our turn to order.

We order our food, and the great savior of Mc Donald's quickly fixes it up, and within minutes we are sat at a booth and shoving food in our mouths. "Oh my God," Harry nearly moans and I choke on my own saliva at the sound. That was hot. "Maybe it was for the best that the other place was terrible, because holy Jesus this is amazing."

"Ha, you're talking like you've never eaten Mc Donald's before." He looks sheepishly at me and my eyes widen. "You've never tried Mc Donald's before?!"

"Shush," He holds his hands over my mouth shortly because of my minor outbreak. "I have, it's just been like 5 years since the last time I had."

My mouth is wide open at this point. How can a human being survive 5 years without God's gift to the world, also known as, Mc Donald's.

"Why now then?" I find myself asking.

He shrugs and chews some more on his bruger before shyly speaking up again. "I know you like it, and I want this to go well."

"Aw, Harold." I playfully fond. I know I make it out to look like I'm joking, but I was actually shocked. He really wants this to work out just as much as I do.

He rolls his eyes openly at my playful daze on him, but without him knowing, it has turned into a real fonding session by now.