Maybe if he wasn't such an ass. Maybe then she'd be listening to him.
Y/n was staring and she knew it. She wasn't even paying attention but he was too self-absorbed to notice. This was no doubt the worst date of her life. She mentally scolded herself for letting her friend set her up on a blind date, which is not her style at all. Chad- or chaz, whatever his name was, had been rambling on for the past half hour about his wonderful- well y/n isn't sure, she stopped listening 10 minutes in. Now she had zoned out, her stare fixed on him, thinking of a way to slip out.
Maybe if she wasn't such a brat. Maybe then he'd be listening to her.
Harry fiddled around with his fork between his fingers, mumbling and humming every now and then to convince his date he was paying attention. She was going on and on about makeup, or was it her shoes? He really didn't care. He was never really one for blind dates but he thought he'd give it a try, this was definitely a one time experience. Marie or Maisie, seemed alright at first but the final verdict was disappointing. Harry was bored and he needed to plot an escape.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but i'm just going to uh- freshen up before the food gets here."
They both cut off their dates, getting up abruptly for just a moment of sanity.
Y/n closed the stall door pressing herself up against it, sighing in relief. She dug around through her purse, pulling out her earphones and phone, letting Camila Cabello free her of distress for the next three minutes.
Harry splashed the water on his face, allowing the cool sensation to engulf him. He hummed to himself as he dried of his hands, allowing him to just 'be' for the next few seconds.
The two currently miserable souls decided the only solution was to drink. As soon as they both settled in their respective seats, the words 'could I please have a bottle of whiskey?' left their lips, with the waiter promising them their deliverance 'right away'.
Around the time for dessert, [y/n]'s fifth shot and Harry's seventh, the alcohol was proving to be ineffective. It was mind numbing, listening to Chad and Maisie, so much so that the sound of chairs being pulled back and promises of love exchanged between the strangers surrounding them was more captivating.
That was when he caught her eye. Sure, there were the long brown locks and the ring adorned hands but y/n recognized the same distraught and hopeless look on the side of his face. It was when he felt her gaze on him that he turned his head to look at her. Y/n raised her eyebrows at him, he mirrored her actions. She raised her glass to him subtly, letting a smile stretch on her face. He chuckled, picking up his glass, they drained their glasses of the whisky, sharing each other's misery.
For the next 45 minutes, Harry and y/n entertained each other, finding comfort and turning each other's misery into a pretty decent evening, all from two tables away.
'We could just leave.' Harry mouthed to her, pointing at the door. She glanced back at her date who was now scrolling through his phone, chattering about a Ferrari. Y/n shrugged, 'Why not?' She mouthed back. 'Let's go.' He gestured more urgently.
The slam of his date's glass cut him off as he looked up at her. A grin laid on [y/n]'s face as she spoke up. She pushed her chair back, setting a hundred dollar bill on the table. "So this was fun, but i'll be going now. Thanks for a lovely evening." Sarcasm dripped with every word rolling off her tongue. "Oh alright, give me your number so we can plan another get together? I'm taking my boat out next weekend, you should come. It has this gold-", y/n grabbed her purse as she mentioned for him to shut up, "No thanks, have a good one." With that, she sashayed to the door where Harry was waiting for her.
"I'm Harry by the way." He smiled. "Well Harry, thank you for saving my night." She spoke as he laced her arm with his. "Back at you love." "Oh and i'm y/n."
"I knew you had to be out there." He joked. She gave him an amused look.
"Never would've guessed my escape was two tables away."
