Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Harry is on the side to my right and Megan and Darrien are on Bellamy’s left across from Harry. Harry grabbed us menus on our way to the seats and he distributes them among us and makes recommendations about the food. He continues as he usually does, flirting and joking with Megan and I while teasing the guys. “So Megan, you’re still single right? You should come sit next to me.” He says with a wink. Darrien and Bellamy both look murderous. I roll my eyes and slap Harry on the shoulder. “She's not for you Harry. Don’t cause trouble before we’ve even eaten yet. The guys will get cranky.” I remind him.

This is not what I came for. "Excuse me but I didn't ask for any of this." the smile on Harry's face dropped when I said this but he kept his neutral friendly face and looked at the waiter. "But ma'am you did book a table for two. It was mentioned in the order that you were meaning to propose so the candlelight dinner." "What?! No I didn't do such things, I really didn't Harry. You might have messed up the table." The waiter seemed as surprised as us but then the manager came running, "Rory it is the table at the left corner not right." now the fog of confusion had cleared and everyone looked at the manager waiting for an explanation for his mistake.

Though Jacob sir wasn't allowed in the table, I gave him a set up in my room, since it would be so much better to have food in the shade than the scorching heat. "What's so funny?' Thunder wrecked the table as Aiden's voice demanded entry. "Is that to me?" He looked at the table, spoons clacking at the rice, and curry. "Yes, is there someone else here?' "Yes, Harry is present" He shook his head, shrinking into nothingness. "Harry? Where's the respect?", he asked, as if calling him "sir' and 'master' wasn't enough. "Harry never told me he needed such formalilites, unlike you, Master"

“To the future!” Harry raised his glass up high. “To the future!” The other chorused as they clicked their glasses together and then gulped it down. The Burns family were at the right side of the long mahogany table, while the Smiths were on the left. It was one hell of a feast. The tables were filled with all kinds of meals and drinks. “Hmm, such a crunchy and tender meat,” Felix Burns complimented, nodding his head in the ultimate satisfaction, “I like it. Who's your chef? Extend my compliments to them.”