Strings of Fate

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Strings of Fate

Cam 39- Reacting and recounting

As promised, Harry is on my doorstep at ten in the morning. I just wear my normal clothes. this time. Jeans and a soft blue t–shirt. I’m not planning to actually work

the bar today so it

doesn’t matter too much. But these are the clothes that I’m used to. Regardless, Harry greets

me cheerfully and complements me so enthusiastically I have to work not to turn a

magnificent shade of red.

“You look absolutely breathtaking this morning. Are you ready to go?” He asks, holding out at

hand to me. I take it and we head off. Harry didn’t bring his car today so I assume we aren’t

going far.

“Since you insist I have to leave time to actually WORK today, I thought we could just get something at the bakery near your bar and eat there. Is that alright?” Harry asks. I nod.

“Sounds great. Although if that’s the plan, you could have just met me there. Unless this is closer. Where do you live anyway?” I ask. Harry names a street and I stumble a little. The only reason I don’t faceplant is because of Harry’s grip on my hand.

“What? But… that’s right next to my bar! Are you saying that you live closer to my work than I do?” I ask in shock. Harry shrugs.

He

you walk all the way here? Actually… Why even walk me home? You live

I point out.

told you before, I enjoy spending time with you. So unless you want to come back to my place, then this is the best I can do.” he tells me calmly. I frown and I know my brow is furrowed. I sort of assumed that Harry lived nearby, or that at least walking

that it is in the

is good exercise. You don’t get an ass like mine sitting around all day.” He winks at me and I roll my eyes. Okay, sweet moment gone. Harry swings our arms between us

as we walk.

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to hold my hand this whole walk?” I question. He nods.

Let me know if I’m annoying you too much.” He responds cheerfully, still swinging our arms. Holding his hand, I begin to notice other things, like how one of

the little tables while I order us food. Harry doesn’t object to me bossing him around and I go pay for our breakfast. When I return with food he’s at a table that technically seats four. I could sit next to him… But not wanting to make a fool of myself and needing

late since I like to sleep in, but I doubt Harry usually waits until after ten in the morning for his breakfast. The poor guy was probably starving. I’m only halfway through my meal when he’s finishing up. I’m so caught up in my breakfast which is insanely good and about a hundred

has approached us, or more specifically, approached Harry. She is gorgeous, with her hair cut into a pixie cut that I could never pull off, ice blue eyes and high cheekbones, she looks like she belongs on the cover of a magazine or something, not in the bakery where I’m eating breakfast. I clear my throat subtly. The woman’s eyes dart to me, look me up and down, then dismiss me. She turns back to Harry expectantly.

answers cheerfully. The woman frowns. She’s about

a guy out in front of his… his date?” I finish. For a second I

raises an eyebrow.

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away. Well shit, she wasn’t meant to be REASONABLE. How am I meant to take my anger and jealousy out on her if she’s going to be reasonable. I kind of wanted

still, and I’m definitely rubbing my closeness to Harry in her face, but the satisfaction I get as I watch her walk away makes it worth it. Not wanting a repeat of the same scenario, I stay beside Harry while I eat. I might not be as clingy as Harry, but apparently I AM jealous. If snuggling up to him makes other

be then it’s

if you don’t mind, we would