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Well hi. I'm Bree. I'm nineteen and I should really be in New York City right now. Or London. Or Narnia. Or in your dreams. I've got a boyfriend, maybe you've heard of him?

{just a rp}

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Harry was going to respond, but his mouth was still full of burger. He took a moment to swallow before nodding. “I’m inclined to agree. Parties are fun and everything, but I enjoy spending time with you. Just us.” Although being in a diner wasn’t exactly alone. It was close enough. He popped a few fries in his mouth and looked around at the diner. It looked like it hadn’t been updated in a long time. The red paint on the walls was more of a faded pink, and it did look a little dingy. 

"Did you have fun tonight?" he asked. He really hoped she had because he knew what kind of pressure he was putting herself under. She was worried about people judging her or saying things about her. He hadn’t wanted that at all. He knew it had happened, but he hoped Bree at least allowed herself to have fun at Niall’s party. "You look beautiful tonight by the way. Even with food on your face," he teased. He took his napkin and reached out to get the bit of ketchup off her face. "So after this, wanna go back to the hotel? For some hot and heavy cuddling?" he grinned at her, already knowing the answer. 

The waitress came by with their milkshake. "I told them to hold off on this. I’m sorry." She frowned at them and sighed. "I hope it’s okay that I went ahead and brought this out. Didn’t want it to start melting." Harry smiled up at her, nodding. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” The waitress nodded and turned to leave, but she turned around for a moment. "For the record and I realize neither one of you really care, but I’m glad you two are back together. Gives fans like me hope that maybe one day I’ll meet someone I admire and they’ll actually pay attention to me."

Bree looked up at Harry as she was about to take a bite of her sandwich, stopping to nod and flash him a smile. “I did have fun tonight,” she confirmed in a chipper tone. It wasn’t long before he complimented her and reached over with a napkin to wipe off food from her face. She felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, even after years of dating him. She still blushed. She rolled her eyes at his comment but nodded rather eagerly. “I’d love to, my dear.” She took a bite of her sandwich and looked up as the waitress came back.

In her hand was a milkshake, and Bree grinned as a thank-you to the girl. She figured she’d scurry off again, so she was caught a bit off guard when she realized the girl wasn’t leaving quite yet. “Oh, no. That’s fine-” Bree spoke just as Harry did, her eyes shifting to him for a moment. She wrinkled her nose and focused on the waitress again. Her expression instantly softened at the younger girl’s comments. She felt her heart swell at how sweet she was, which was kind of odd, considering how, well, not so sweet she was at the beginning of the night.

Nonetheless, the girl’s words struck a chord in Bree’s heart. What did you even say to someone like that? Someone was happy they were together, someone that had no idea who they were, really. “Do you have your phone on you?” Bree asked the girl. She simply nodded and took it out of her apron. Bree gestured for the girl to sit next to Harry, laughing at the sight of a piece of fry on his lip. Bree touched her lip to signal for him to brush it off, then opened the camera of her phone. She snatched a photo of the two of them and smiled at her, handing her the phone back. “Because if I were you, no one would believe that I served Harry a burger and milkshake. Now you’ve got proof.” And with that, the girl scurried off and Bree glanced at Harry, then snatched the milkshake playfully.

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I am in no way intimidating. Flies aren’t even scared of me. 

Well that’s because flies are attracted to light.

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I will not get out. 

You’re cute, though. It’s intimidating.

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And I heard if you use skewers or something with your stencil, that might help you be better. I didn’t look it up or anything. 

You’re too damn cute. Get out.

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I want to make it look like a kitty. 

A kitty? Aw babe. We can do that.

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We can try. If it’s bad, we’ll say Louis or someone else did it. 

I bet it’ll be cute. We’ll go real basic, babe.

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Yeah, but neither of us are very good at carving. 

Okay, but we should try to carve at least one. Teamwork.

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We can always just draw on them with a sharpie or something…

We could, but that’s kind of sad.

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I wanna pick pumpkins. I’m terrible at carving them but man, can I pick ‘em. I have good taste.

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He hadn’t even been thinking that way. That she had to do something. Maybe others thought that, but Harry certainly didn’t. He honestly thought she knew that. So when he frowned at her words, it wasn’t because she told him that she loved him. It was that she thought she had to do something. “You don’t have to do anything,” he told her quietly. “I know you love me. I love you too. That’s all that matters.” And that’s just how he felt. Everyone else could just shove it.

The waitress came by with their food, placing the plates in front of him. "I gave you extra fries. The cook always makes extra, and I told him I’d take them. You can have them, though." Her voice was high pitched and energetic. It was like she were bouncing without actually bouncing. She was nervous, and then Harry remembered the button on her apron. "How was Niall’s birthday? I hope it was fun. I almost went, but they don’t let you in unless you’re eighteen. Three months too young." Harry gave her a genuine smile, though all he wanted was for her to walk away so he and Bree could eat their meal in peace. “It was good. Really good. Probably still going.” She grinned, and he noticed a little dimple peeking out. "Good! Tell him I said happy birthday, yeah? And you two enjoy. I’m Casey if you two need anything."

Good, he thought. She wasn’t going to impose on them. Picking up his burger, he took a big bite. It was really good, and actually sated his need for something greasy and bad for him. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. He grinned over at Bree. “That really hits the spot.”

Bree had this habit that she picked up from her father, that whenever she was at a restaurant, she would straighten her posture and move her hands under the table when the food was coming. So, she did just that as the waitress came over to them. And suddenly, the waitress was a lot more pleasant than before. Of course, to Harry, she was nothing but nice. But she was rather civil to Bree as well, which she was more than thankful for. That’s all she wanted, really. People to be civil. They didn’t need to love her, not by any means, but they didn’t have to hate her for doing absolutely no harm.

Mostly no harm.

She stayed quiet as Harry talked to the waitress. She let her have her moment, because if Bree hadn’t had her moment at one point or another, she wouldn’t be in this very spot. She knew how important it was, and she wasn’t about to get in the way of that. She thanked the girl softly and her eyes shifted to Harry, who didn’t take a second thought before leaning in and taking a bite of his burger. A laugh escaped her. Bree stole a fry from him and poked his nose with it before taking a bite. She rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"Diner food…" She mused, handing the boy a napkin. She picked up her own sandwich and took a bite of it, giggling and covering her mouth (as she usually did when she was embarrassed whilst eating food) as she attempted to chew with a teensy piece of tomato sticking out from her lips. She watched Harry and laughed, swallowing and quickly dabbing her lips with her napkin. "The most graceful eater award goes to me.” She declared. She took another fry. “Y’know, I like going to parties with you and everything, but nothing beats this.” She grabbed his foot with her own feet teasingly. “Nothing beats stuffing your face with your boyfriend.”

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