"That one looks better," I mumbled, holding the navy dress in front of me whilst inspecting my reflection in the mirror.

I gave myself a final glance, deciding that I should go with something much more casual, tossing the dress on the bed along with with a bunch of other clothes I'd been debating on wearing. As I pad over to my drawer I can't help but think how long it's been since I've done something like this.

After a terrible landslide, the surface of my life was slowly leveling out and returning to normal. I was back in my flat, I still didn't have a job after deciding to discontinue working at Darby's leather but in other great news, Harry was back.

After coming to an agreement that feelings were completely sincere and mutual along with lots of amazing make up sex, we were slowly beginning to rekindle things. I was really excited as well as grateful that he was giving me the second chance I knew I didn't deserve. He should have given up on me much sooner than later but I suppose the heart wants what it wants.
We've been a lot more talkative lately and a few nights ago during a late night conversation, Harry proposed the idea of going out on a first date. Harry and I had gotten to know each other for quite a few months now and had gone to lots of places together that were considered date-worthy but Harry argued that they didn't count and insisted on taking me out for a "proper date".
So here I am for the first time in a long time, getting ready for a first date.

As I put the finishing touches on my make-up and slip into my jumper and a pair of leather trousers, I can't but feel jittery and nervous and I don't know why. I mean, it's just Harry and we've pretty much done pretty much everything that couples in established relationships do together but a large element of that was pretend. We were now transitioning from a faux relationship to a real one and the thought of that was both exciting and terrifyingly uncertain.
I'm filling Ollie's bowl with fancy feast when there's a knock on my door. I can't suppress the smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I saunter to the door, peeking through the peep-hole even though I know the face on the other side of the door.

I am pleasantly greeted with the sight of him leaned against the door frame, arms behind his back and dimpled grin adorning his face.He's devilishly handsome as always, casually dressed in one of his funky shirts and I can't help but think back to the night at the Wild Spinx and how horrible I'd thought his flamingo shirt was.

"Hey," he smirks snapping me out of my daydream.

"Hi," I grin.

He gives me a once over with his gorgeous green eyes.

"You look lovely," he removes his arms from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of white and purplish flowers, extending them to me as he steps over the threshold. "these are for you."

I smile brushing my finger tips against the petals. I'm not sure what kind of flowers they are or what they mean but they sure are beautiful.

"They're pansies," Harry announces, moving to stand closer to me, " They're a coy way of saying "I think of you often" but can also be a way of expressing passionate feelings. Nothing really fiery or sexy was in season."

The butterflies return to my stomach and at that moment I'd do anything he asked me to.

"They're beautiful, thanks."

I stretch on my toes, planting a kiss on his jaw.

"What was that?" he asks, eyebrows crinkling once I've pulled away.

I grin.

"It's a kiss, silly. A chaste one. If it's our first proper date, there should be no mouth kissing, we barely know each other after all, who knows where your mouth's been," I answer smoothly.

"But, you know where my mouth's been," he smirks. "it's been all over you,"

I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I have to look away, unable to find a rebuttal
"Hush before you make me change my mind," I chide. "what's on the agenda for our first real date, anyway?"

"Pizza," he pauses to swipe his tongue against his bottom lip."and later, drinks. There's a band playing at the Spinx, you game?"

I grin.

"Have I really got a choice?"
******
"You're kinda quiet tonight, you okay?" Harry asks, his knee brushing against mine underneath the table.

I shift my gaze to his gorgeous green eyes, the half eaten slice of margarita pizza on the plate in front of me has gone cold. The night has gone smoothly so far, Harry doing the typical chivalrous first date things like opening door and pulling out chairs. My stomach is still pooling with excited nervous energy and I almost feel dizzy. I still can't believe that this is real, that we're actually dating.

"I'm fine," I reply fiddling with the napkin in the lap, a lazy smirk against my lips.

"this is just so, awkward." I blurt.

Harry looks up from his plate, dropping his fork and knife against the porcelain surface.
"It's me, init?" he runs a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have gone with pizza, 's cheap, too casual. I-"

"Harry," I grin sheepishly. "it's not your fault. I'm just nervous, that's all."

The crease between his brows suddenly smoothes as a grin forms on his face. He reaches across the table placing his hand on top of mine, causing the butterflies in my stomach to swarm.

"You're nervous, yeah?" he grins.

"I know it's stupid. I mean, we've known each other a while and you know what I look like naked but I can't even sit across the table from you without my hands feeling clammy. And do you know how long it took me to pick out this outfit?" I ramble.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm nervous too."

The corner of my lips curve up into a grin and I lean across the table, pressing my mouth against his.

"Hey," he grins, once we've pulled away. "I thought it was against the rules to kiss on the first date."

I shrug.

"Some rules are meant to be broken."

Notes

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