Wildest Dreams ~~~ H.S

28.

Harry parks his car near the restaurant, and gets out. But when I unbuckle and start to open the door, he runs to my side of the car and slams it shut again. "Harry, what are you doing? I need to get out of the car." I try to open the door one more time. He opens the door the same time I do, and I fall forward, almost onto the ground. But Harry catches me before I do. 

"S-Sorry, I was just, uh-" I look at his eyes and he stops talking. I push myself up again and off of his chest before he continues.

"You were just what?" He just stares directly at my eyes but won't say anything.

"Huh? O-Oh, I was just trying to be a gentleman and open the door for you. But you were doing it yourself and fell, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to and-" I cut Harry off before he can say anything else.

"That's the fastest you have ever talked in your whole life." I shove my crutches into his hand as I get out of the car. He just looks at me blankly, as I take back the crutches, standing on one leg. He rolls his eyes at me. 

I love messing with him.

We walk to the restaurant and it is exactly 10pm. Just on time! The door is held open for us and I look at the huge lobby. The restaurant is in a hotel, and it looks like it might cost a fortune just to eat here. I only recently joined fame, I don't need to be spending all of the money I earned just for one fancy dinner. 

Harry places his hand on my shoulder as I crutch through the magnificent lobby to the restaurant. It's filled with gold and white interior and even has gold lining the walls. It is the most gorgeous building I have ever seen. 

I continue to look around until Harry startles me. "Never saw you as someone who has a taste for architecture." I roll my eyes.

"Oh, shut up. I am not." There's nothing wrong with it, I just tend to notice the small details. Like Harrys dimples, painted nails, long eyelashes, and the small freckle on the side of his neck. Not that I look at his neck or anything, I just saw it randomly. 

Wait, Harrys painted nails. I look at the hand close to his side and they are painted yellow. I can't with him, he's so cute. We have such an amazing friendship. We continue to wonder around the restaurant, looking for the rest of the cast. John sees us and waves us over almost instantly. "Glad you made it," John shakes Harrys hand and turns to me. "You look stunning, Andrea." He warps his arms around me for a hug.

"T-Thank you. You look great too!" For some reason, I feel like it's really hot in here. Is he flirting with me? He walks down to the table and places his hand on my back. It sends shivers down my spine. He walks towards his chair, which has his coat hanging on the back.

"This is your seat. Here let me help you." He pulls out the chair and helps me take a seat. As I try to move my crutches, he grabs them and places them against the wall behind me.

"Oh, thank you." I smile while I scoot my chair in.

"Anytime." John says as he sits down as well. Something in the air feels tense, and I look over to my right. Of course it's Harry, with a stone cold expression. I know that part of being my friend is by being protective, but he needs to take several steps back. 

I look around and try to find Diana. But when I spot her, she is sitting further down the table. Why is she so far away? She notices me and I reach my arm out. She does the same and we keep pretended that we are trying to pull each other closer. I hear Harry cackle behind me and I turn around. It's like he predicted that I was going to roll my eyes, because he mimics me before I can even do it myself. 

I scrunch my nose at him and see another cast member sit across from me. It's Claire. I don't know her that well, but she is extremely gorgeous. I smile at her and she smiles back. We never talked much, but I do know that she's a sweetheart. Hopefully I will get to know her better soon.

Everyone orders drinks and I just have water. I don't like alcohol, it doesn't taste good and isn't good for you. Claire also only got water. I look over at her and make a stupid face, and she does one back. I have a feeling we are going to get along. We continue to make ugly faces to each other, and holding in our laughs. 

But we get interrupted when I feel John place his arm around my back. "Alright, everyone! Let's make a toast," He raises his glass and everyone else does right after him. "To our wonderful cast, and Andrea!" 

"To Andrea!" Everyone says after John, clinking all of their glasses together. It kind of feels good to be back. Thank goodness John is fine about everything. I never really noticed, but John is a good looking man. Not to mention the fact that he has been on the cover of multiple magazines.

We all examine the menu to decide what we are going to get. "Claire, what are you getting?" I ask. 

"I don't know yet. I can't decide between the Beef Wellington or the Pasta Carbonara." My eyes widen, surprised. I can't decide between the two either. Claire and I are pretty similar.

"Oh my gosh, me too! How about I get the Beef Wellington, and you get the Pasta Carbonara, then we can share." I hope she says yes to this, because I really wanted to try both. I also wouldn't mind getting closer with her too. I need more friends from the cast than Harry and Diana.

"Yeah, let's do that." She takes my menu and puts it in the pile of all of the others. I smile. I think I just became friends with her. I can't exactly tell, but I do know that she is super sweet. We start to have a conversation about filming and our rise to fame. We are extremely similar, and continue to talk until the food arrives.

As Claire and I help each other get a bit of both of our dishes, I glance over to Harry to see if he is alright. He smiles at me and I smile back. "I have to go to the restroom real quick. Andrea, can you come with me?" Claire gives me a look that reminds me of Diana. It must be urgent then. Which also means she doesn't actually have to use the bathroom, she needs to talk to me. Privately.

I scoot out my chair, and Harry quickly gets up to reach for my crutches, but John grabs for them at the same time. "I got it, I was helping her first." Harry says, trying to pull them out of John's grip.

"No, I got it. Please enjoy your meal." When John says that, Harry seems to be confused and hurt at the same time. He drops the crutches absentmindedly and mouths sorry to me. I'm so confused. What on earth just happened?

John helps me up and moves Harrys chair closer into the table, causing him to lunge forward from being surprised. Claire is just standing there blankly. I can tell that she is also unclear of what is going on. We walk to the bathroom and we stand in front of a sink.

"You are going to listen to me, okay? We need to talk, because someone needs to tell you this. Which I believe multiple people already have." Claires hands are gripped onto my shoulders.

"Wait, what?" 

Authors note:

sorry i had to lmao

ps. (heres the actual authors note) hey luvs! okay so basically i had a severe case of writers block but i figured it out. also im only going to post once a day now because its honestly really hard to post twice, and i dont know how i even managed to post three times a day. but thank you so much for reading! also istg handrea is the cutest thing ever i cant 😭 anywhooooo see you soon luvs ❤️