Primrose's POV:
I was awoken this morning by Angel shaking me, whisper shouting "Primrose! It's so busy today, I need help!"
Groaning, I rolled over and checked the time - 9:23am. I purposely took today off, knowing Harry would be here, and also knowing how little customers we'd been getting recently. So, for Angel to have to wake me up, means it was very busy.
Trying to stay as quiet as possible, I pulled myself from the warm embrace of Harry's hold, and quickly threw on my uniform. Before going downstairs, I scribbled a small note onto the pad I leave next to my phone on the dresser.
Morning, sleepy.
Had to go to work today - Angel needed help. Unexpectedly busy :/
Try and see you soon, make yourself at home xBefore leaving, I gazed over Harry. He looked so innocent as he slept - all wrapped up in my duvet. He deserves his rest. He works so hard. I just like to know he's safe. Safe and happy.
When I entered the bar, I was genuinely taken back by how full it was. Considering it was an overcast day, and early morning, it was full of families dining happily together, and groups of teens talking and laughing.
"Apparently, the local school shut today to clean the carpets." Angel says in a sarcastically happy tone as he walks past me.
"Right..." I sigh, letting reality sink in that my day with Harry simply doesn't exist anymore.
It got to around 10:00am before Harry came down the stairs. I spotted him in the corner of my eye as I served a family in the far corner of the restaurant. Racing over, I gestured for him to sit down as I made some drinks.
"Harry! What are you doing down here?" I whisper shout, trying to act like I'm not even in a conversation.
"What do you mean? And why are you talking to me from the corner of your mouth?" Harry asks, laughing slightly as I remove my not so subtle facial expression.
"You're a celebrity? You can't be in the public eye like this." I say, gesturing my head to the huge crowds of people behind me.
Harry looked over his shoulder, as a small grin spread across his face. Without saying a word, he stood up, walked into the middle of the room, and put his arms out, like he was presenting himself to everyone. People just looked at him for a few moments, confused, then returned to their normal conversation. Sitting back down, Harry's face couldn't have looked more smug.
"See? Nobody cares." He said simply, crossing his legs and leaning forward on his elbows. "And, where's my good morning?" Harry asks, grinning at how annoyed I look.
"No need to be an ass about it." I mutter under my breath.
"What was that?"
"I said: Morning!" I stick on a fake, cheery voice, struggling to hide my frustration.
"Morning, love." Harry smiled back cockily. "I saw your note, thought I'd come offer to help."
Placing the glasses down, I turn to face Harry - taking his hands in mine and looking him dead in the eye, so he knows that what I'm about to say is certain. "Harry, I appreciate the offer so much. But, this is one of your days off. I purposely didn't wake you this morning, because you need your rest. Go back upstairs, shower, get ready for the day, and I'll have lunch with you."
Harry doesn't say anything, he just slowly pulls his hands away from mine and drops them to hang in between his legs. "Just wanna spend time with you." He mumbles, his eyes trailing down to look at the floor.

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From The Dining Table [H.S]
FanfictionIt's assumed euphoria follows me around the world as I tell unknown stories through songs, yet I'd never known true happiness until I met her. **story contains mature scenes which may not be appropriate for certain readers** Best Awards: #6 - harr...