Prompt: Charlotte is Harrison’s friend and he introduces her to bertie.
A/N: so I wrote this for one of my followers who sent in this ask^^ sorry I rushed the ending so it’s not that good. And sorry for my ‘american-ness.’ Oh and I might do a second part to this but I don’t know yet…
“I hate you.” Charlotte said to Harrison and she stumbled into his bedroom, heels in her hand and stains on her dress.
“Woah, what happened?” he got up from where he was laying on his bed, playing games on his phone.
“You were born.” Charlotte snapped at him as she plopped down on his computer chair and tried to control her anger.
“That’s harsh.” Harrison grumbled. Charlotte rolled her eyes.
“I am never letting you set me up on a blind date ever again. Brad, the guys that you said was so great, has a girlfriend! Well at least had, because she was not very happy seeing us together tonight. She threw her drink at me and called me a whore.” Charlotte complained.
Harrison pouted. “Aw, poor girl. It sucks getting cheated on…”
“Hey! I was clearly the victim here!” Charlotte threw one of her shoes at Harrison, barely missing his leg.
“Oh, stop being so grumpy. I’m sorry your date didn’t turn out well. I guess you don’t have very good luck. First it was Ben and now Brad. You kinda suck at this whole dating thing…” Harrison joked.
“No, you kinda suck at this whole ‘picking-a-hot-and-smart-guy-for-my-best-friend-to-date-and-fall-in-love-with-and-get-married-then-have-twin-girls-with’ thing.” Charlotte said.
It took Harrison a couple of seconds to comprehend her statement then said, “I thought you wanted twin boys…” Charlotte groaned in frustration and began rising off the chair to leave.
“Wait, don’t leave. I was just kidding so calm down.” Harrison smirked. “And I know more people for you to meet. And I promise they’re not bad.”
“Just like you said Ben was a gentleman but ended up sliding his hands up my skirt while we were eating dinner? Yeah, right.” Charlotte said sarcastically.
“No, I swear this guys is awesome. His name is Ber-“
“NO! I’m not going on a date with someone whose name starts with a ‘B’. I’ve been through too many Bs already.” Charlotte interrupted him.
“You’re being ridiculous, Lottie.” his said. Harrison rolled off of his bed, eyes concentrated on his phone. He sat on his desk so he facing Charlotte. He turned the phone towards her. “This is Bertie.”
Fuck. He was hot. And cute. And adorable. And sexy. And beautiful. And perfect. Absolutely perfect. He had smooth pale skin and beautiful blue eyes. His cheekbones were high and his hair was thick and blond. His pink, plump lips were turned up in a mischievous smirk.
Charlotte didn’t know how long she was staring at the small screen - it was like she was in a trance - hypnotized by those blue orbs of happiness and heaven. She could definitely imagine herself with him; walking up, curled against his side or walking hand-in-hand down the beach during the sunset. They would go to romantic dinners and have food fights and cuddle on rainy days. Charlotte’s never met this boy but she’s already in love.
“Charlotte. Charlotte… Lottie, hello? CHARLOTTE!” Harrison tried to get his friend’s attention. She jumped from his booming voice. “Is that a yes?” Harrison asked sweetly.
“No, it’s a ‘Hell Yes!’”
Charlotte stood outside of the restaurant, already 20 minutes late. She had sat in her car for 30 minutes debating if she should go in or not. To say she was nervous was a understatement.
Unlike Ben and Brad, she had actually seen what Bertie had looked like in pictures via Harrison’s phone. He was a pretty boy - and it was hard to find one of those, especially if they are a gentleman too.
Charlotte’s phone vibrated in her hand.
Harrison: Where are you?! Bertie texted me saying you’re late!
Charlotte: I’m having a heart attack in the parking lot here!
Harrison: You’re ruining a perfectly good date for yourself. Now get your ass in there and apologies for being late.
So Charlotte ran her fingers through her hair and said, “Fuck it.” She walked into the restaurant.
Charlotte was in love.
When she walked into the restaurant she quickly found Bertie’s table and made her way over. The blond boy stood up, smile wide. He pulled out her seat and said, “You must be Charlotte.”
“And you must be Bertie. It’s nice to meet you.” She sat down and couldn’t help but stare at his butt when he walked back around the table to take his seat. “Sorry I was so late. I… got lost on the way here.” she lied.
“It’s fine. Better late than never.” Bertie said with a smile. The waitress came and took their order.
After staying in the restaurant for quite a while, the two were obsessed with each other. Halfway through dinner, Bertie nervously entwined their hands together on top of the table. Their palms were equally sweaty.
Bertie walked Charlotte to her car. They stood there awkwardly exchanging words, waiting for the other to make some move to officially end the date. It was Bertie that leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. They talked like pasta from the meal and perfection. They exchanged numbers and when they realized they had been standing there for 20 minutes sharing kisses and small talk, they separated with:
“Goodnight Bertie. Talk to you later, okay?”
“Sweet dreams Char.”