Harry's Author // H.S

Chapter 40

{Picture above is of Stella (Vanessa Hudgens) & Harry – Manip: not done by me}

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"You can bake? Impressive." My mom nods in approval to Harry telling her a little bit about himself.

'I used to be a baker' always wins a mom over.

Harry nods, as I flash a pearly white smile at him.

The dinner had been going well so far. Harry had been telling her a lot about himself. The things that she didn't have to hear from the media. The restaurant was busy but no one really paid attention to us. There were a few people here and there who recognized both Harry and my mother — from her show, but no one acknowledged us, thankfully. We sat at a table near the back of the restaurant. My mother sat across Harry and I as we then ordered, and they began to get to know one another.

"Oh, and erm– I can juggle." Harry says, pinching his bottom lip in between his thumb and index finger.

My mother let out a laugh as she took a sip of her cosmopolitan, "Is that so?"

Even I didn't know that.

Harry nods, "Its true. Quite silly, but true. Oh and I can play the kazoo."

My mother and I both lightly laughed at his secret talents.

A man of many.

"Wow." I exclaim, "Now I'm impressed." I tease.

"So, Harry," My mother then changed the subject as she patted the napkin sat neatly on her lap. "What was it about my daughter that had you wanting to pursue her?"

Okay, I wasn't aware that I was apart of this conversation of them getting to know one another.

"Mom," I scold, unaware of what her intentions were.

Harry scrunched his nose, while running his fingers along the side of his mouth as he cleared his throat and giggled, adorably. "Well–erm–" he muttered, "Your daughter is absolutely mesmerizing. There's something new to learn and adore everyday." He says, as he intertwines his fingers with mine and gazes at me with heart eyes.

I felt my cheeks redden as he spoke sweetly of me. "Her laugh is contagious. Her smile is the brightest thing I've ever seen. Her eyes are so dark and mysterious, you can get lost in them."

My heart fluttered at his lovely words. "I think the best part about her is she sees me for who I am. She brings out parts of me that I never knew I had. With Stella, I am completely myself."

My mothers eyes widened, impressed and astonished by his rambling of compliments towards me. "So I see you're very fond of my daughter then."

Harry took a second to respond as his eyes shifted from my mothers to meet mine. His glistening green eyes poured into my glowing dark brown ones as his thumb stroked my palm and he wore a permit grin with displaying adorable dimples.

Its like he was looking through me. Saw every part of me. He looked at me like I was a prize he had won. It made me feel special, but it almost made me feel something else. A warm feeling in my heart.

What was it?

"Very." he spoke softly as his eyes stayed glued on mine.

I pulled back my bottom lip, batting my eyelashes. I forgot that it totally turned him on because he licked his lips and eyed mine immediately.

The comfortable silence kicked in before our waiter came to the table with our desert.

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"I absolutely agree! What's your favorite painting of his?" My mother asks with much excitement.

"The Old Guitarist is by far my favorite painting." Harry responds adding a genuine smile.

They were talking about their favorite painting of Picasso's after discussing favorite novel and genres, as well as movies and music.

"Wow." My mother grinned from ear to ear as she then looked at me, amazed. "He loves Picasso, he agrees Dirty Dancing is a classic, and he respects women. I have to say I'm quite impressed." She then looked back to Harry, "I'm glad I got to know you a little better, Harry."

Harry nods, adding a boyish grin with rosy cheeks. "As am I Miss. Montez."

"Please," she grinned, "Call me Hilary."

"Hilary." Harry smiled.

"You're a charming young man. Thank you for being respectful and caring for my daughter. She deserves someone like you." She says, warming my heart.

I glance at her with sincerity and give her a warm smile.

"Well, she's definitely made a positive difference in my life." Harry says, lightly squeezing my hand, "Because of Stella, I'm much happier than I've ever been." He looks to me with a shy grin.

I gaze into his forest green eyes and melt, "I'm happy too."

My mother stares at the two of us with grace and smiles, "That's all I need to know."

Harry and I hold our longing stare at one another with permit smiles and blushed cheeks while our hands remained lace with one another.

Guess this dinner didn't turn so bad after all.

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