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Morten Harket #1

Alright so here's the story: I love this man

I surveyed the top of the dressing table, looking for the matte black nail varnish Morten had bought me for my birthday. I finally found it among the masses of gifts and stared at myself in the mirror.
"No need to be nervous, it's just dinner. We've done it a million times." I told myself. Except it wasn't just dinner. It was dinner: Just the two of us, in a brand new restaurant, on my birthday.
I'd already told him that he really didn't need to take me for dinner;finding a pile of gifts on my doorstep was plenty. Too much, even, but he insisted. I found myself wondering what I'd be doing for his birthday. What gifts would he like? Could I take him to dinner?
Whatever I decided to do was going have to wait-I had less than 30 minutes until he picked me up and I still wasn't ready.

An intense wave of nerves washed over me as I looked in the mirror. I didn't realise how terrified I actually was until I noticed my knuckles turning white as I scrunched my dress at the sides. Smoothing it out again as best I could, I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
"It's nothing. You're just going for food. That's all."
Opening my eyes again, I smiled at the outfit he'd bought for me. I wasn't exactly one for dresses but he just knew what I'd like. The emerald green midi dress paired perfectly with silver peep toe heels, and my makeup seemed slightly subtle, yet just right. I'd opted for a red lip in hopes for something bold, but tried to use it as minimally as I could because my mother told me "I couldn't be more Robert Smith if I tried".

It felt like I'd been waiting for hours, checking the clock every time a minute passed. It wasn't unusual for him to be late, and I'd expected him to be;but such a sense of euphoria came over me when his headlights filled my living room that I'd intended to thank him for turning up ten minutes early. I heard his knock and smiled to myself, grabbing my bag and keys and rushing to the hallway.
"One second!" I called, trying to steady the nervous shake in my voice. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and turned off the light, opening the door to see him standing there.
"Oh, you look amazing." He breathed, catching me off guard as he took my arm in his. "Now ma'am, let me take you to your car." He said, trying his best to sound posh.
"Oh, really Morty, you don't have to do all this." I laughed, locking my front door.
"Come on, Y/N, let me be a gentleman just for tonight."
"You're so silly."
"Is that a yes?"
I glanced up at his face in the streetlight, catching a glimpse of hopefulness in his eyes, and I sighed in disbelief.
"Of course, Morty."
"Then off we go, m'lady!" He declared loudly, almost definitely waking some people up.

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"Reservation for Harket?"
"Wait right there, we'll get you seated as soon as possible."
I stood uncomfortably in the restaurant, knowing that it was definitely somewhere I would never have gone by choice. Of course I was grateful to Morten-but I didn't seem to fit into this crowd from the get-go. Several people shuffled past me, in and out of the doors, pushing me back into his side.
"You dressed up so nice tonight." I said quietly, tensing suddenly as he rested his arm on my shoulder.
"What, you thought I'd let you be the better looking one just because it's your birthday? No way."
"You're so mean." I said, fake pouting.
"Aww, you know I'm kidding." He said, squeezing me in a side hug and rubbing my arm.
"Mr and Mrs Harket, this way please?" A waitress raised her hand and I opened my mouth to protest, Morten pulling me in the direction of the table before I could say anything.
"Menus are in the holder just here. Someone will be over to take your order in a few minutes."
The two of us thanked her and Morten slid a menu over to my side of the table.
"You're not getting out of that one, Mister. Who are Mr and Mrs?" I challenged, leaning over the table slightly and raising an eyebrow.
"It was just easier to put on the reservation. Promise." He winked, shooting me a quick grin as he looked down at the menu again. "You can get anything you like."
"You've already done so much for me today. I want to pay for this for the both of us."
"No way! I'm paying because it's your birthday and it's my gift to you. And also, I call shotgun on paying the bill."
I laughed and shook my head, raising my hands in defeat.
"Fine, but I'm paying next time. And I call shotgun on that."

"This is great, thank you."
Morten and I both started on our food right away, him clearly as hungry as me. I didn't take my eyes off the plate until I was almost finished, and I glanced up to see him staring at me with a grin on his face.
"What? Something on my face?"
I started dabbing at my face frantically with a napkin and he laughed, shaking his head.
"No, I've just never seen you wear red lipstick before."
He twirled his fork in some pasta and leaned over the table. "Try this, it's really good."
I opened my mouth hesitantly, before sitting back sharply as he tapped my nose with the fork.
"There's something on your face now."
"You're such a bad friend." I said with mock-anger, hearing nothing but laughter as a response.

We finished our food quicker than we'd both anticipated;it was barely 10pm and we were already leaving the restaurant.
"I wish you'd have let me pay for something, Morty."
"You know that was never going to happen. What did you think of the food?"
"It was amazing. You made today such a lovely day."
"Well, we aren't going home yet. I want to show you something." He took my arm again and rubbed it ever so slightly.
"Oh, you're freezing. Do you want to put this on?" He asked, gesturing to his dinner jacket.
"No, keep it, or you'll go cold. I know what you're like when it comes to the weather."
"And I know what you're like. The last thing you want on your birthday is to catch a cold."
He took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, resting his arm around my neck. The two of us walked under the soft glow of the streetlights. Neither of us spoke for a while but that was alright;being in each other's company was enough. His arm hadn't moved from around my shoulder and I didn't hesitate to think how nice it felt-natural, in fact. I was so caught up in my own train of thought that I didn't notice we'd stopped walking.
"Alright, close your eyes."
"What, are you gonna put more pasta on my nose?"
"And waste more food on you? No chance. Just close your eyes, Y/N."
"Oh, fine." I laughed, closing my eyes and shivering ever so slightly as he placed one hand on my shoulder and one on my waist, guiding my forward and around a few corners.
"You can open your eyes now."
And I was so glad I did. The local park was never my scene: too many people, too much clamour, not enough quiet. But tonight it was different;infinitely more beautiful. It was completely empty, save for a few late night dog walkers, and the never-ending blanket of stars encapsulated the sky. A cool breeze blew my hair to the side, and my mouth hung slightly open with awe. The whole scene was bathed in a soft glow from the moon.

"I didn't know something could look so beautiful." I said, almost unconscious of the words leaving my mouth.
"Yeah, me neither." I'd heard Morten say, though I couldn't take my eyes off the sky for a moment. I turned to him to speak, but stopped when I saw his gaze set strongly on me.
"What now?" I laughed, folding my arms.
"Nothing." He said softly, a small smile on his face. I couldn't believe how handsome he looked. His features were ever so slightly illuminated by the moon, and his smile was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
"Tell me!"
He stepped forward and took my face in his hands, looking deep into my eyes.
"I don't have anything to say." He whispered, his lips grazing gently over mine. The delicacy of his touch sent shivers down my spine and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. Everything seemed to meld together so perfectly: his hands cradling my face, my arms wrapped around his neck, our lips working in perfect synchronicity. His hands moved down to my hips, pulling me into a tight embrace-as if I was something he never wanted to let go of. His lips came away from mine, and my eyes drifted open. The sweetest smile graced his lips as he held my gaze.
"I'm pretty sure I love you."
"I'm pretty sure I love you too."

i REALLY enjoyed writing that and i hope you all enjoyed reading 🤍