PRISONERS

Chapter 49

• Chapter 49 •

Walking away from the car with a broken heart, I tried to control the formative tears in my eyes, the cold breeze adding a refreshing feeling to my skin. Elijah didn't escort me to the entrance of the classy restaurant, he stood by the car instead, with his hands in his pockets, watching me distance myself from him. Harry was waiting for me at the entrance, the familiar, charming smirk that holds so much darkness behind it welcoming me. He was dressed in a dark red suit, a white shirt underneath and a long black tie, his hair dyed blonde once again, eyes shielded by thick clear-lensed glasses. 

"How lucky am I to have such a goddess like you have dinner with me." he flirted, holding his hand out for me to take. 

I smiled through my sadness, accepting his hand. His touch was firm, controlling, raw. He pulled me to him and brought his lips harshly on my own, capturing my breath in a single second. All the sadness was soon washed away as he kissed me, my body heating up with desire. When he broke the kiss he looked past me with a mischievous smirk which was obviously directed to Elijah. One glance from my shoulder told me Elijah was angrily jumping in the SUV and slamming the door with force. As Harry pulled me inside the restaurant a part of me drove away with Elijah.

Being surrounded by a large amount of people awoke my self awareness, anxiety rolling through me like waves. The restaurant had dark walls with bright lights hanging off them, modern bright red curtains hanging off the large windows that showed the perfect view of the city, paintings taking up most of the walls' parts. An orchestra was in the middle of the restaurant, visible for every customer to enjoy the harmony. Harry's grip was firm on my hand, reluctant to let go for any reason. I couldn't stop staring at the side of his head as he spoke to the maiter, wondering why I'm not bubbling with excitement that I'm going to have this night just for him and I, without anyone else participating. Elijah's hurtful words kept punching my brain. I forced myself to put on a brave face and keep my head clear for any tricky question Harry might deliver towards me. I need to be careful with my words and my expressions in case he knows about James.

The round table next to the window was already served with glasses of expensive, gold, bubbly champagne. I took a seat across from him, my stomach suddenly shut down completely, no appetite whatsoever. Harry, on the other side, was absolutely relaxed, comfortable, happy. His eyes were shining behind his glasses, his smirk never fading away from his tasty lips. I swallowed hard and put myself in place. I need to be calm.

"So, what is so important and special that made you plan all of this?" I asked, placing both elbows on the table and entwining my hands together.

His smirk widened, "I have to admit, I would've imagined it better but due to the circumstances...you know." he moved his hand dismissively. I nodded. "It's still great though because it has to do with you. Everything that has to do with you is amazing." His eyes lit up, a strong urge to fear his confidence running over me.

"Okay, what is it? What did I do?"

"You're you, that's what you did." he replied easily, confusing me. He lightly chuckled at my puzzled expression. 

The waiter came over and served us our cheeseballs with spicy sauce, melted cheese with feta cheese and tomato sauce, a Greek salad with black olives and fried mushrooms with white sauce. The mixture of heavenly scents had my mouth watering. I drank some more champagne, slightly grimacing as the sour taste ran down my throat and prepared myself for the speech Harry had ready for me. 

"Eat." he said lowly, grabbing his fork and knife.

I followed his order and started eating, my stomach feeling tight and sore from all the anxiety and stiffness. Harry swallowed down his bite before he spoke in a light voice.