Dinner Time

                                    

                                          

Y/n POV
                          
We walked downstairs together, and sitting at the dining room table were Noah's parents. His sister sat next to his mom, and they all looked at us. 
There was no food on the counter, except for some bread an butter. Noah sat next to Chloe, and i sat next to Noah.
"So, do you live near by?" Noah's mother asked.
I hesitated.
Should i tell her that her son forced me to drive him to New York, or no...
"No. I actually live in Illinois." i said.
I cant lie to her. 
That wouldn't be right either.
"So what are you doing out here in New York?" she asked, subtly trying to figure out why Noah had brought this random girl into his house.
"She wanted to visit. I bought her tickets." Noah covered for me.
Phew.
Smart. Now she will know why he lost so much money the past week.
"Oh, how nice of you sweetie." She said looking at the two of us.
I turned my head to face Noah, but he was already looking at me. We created a small silence, and then we looked back at the food coming.
"Here is your mashed potatoes. With that we made roast beef and green beans. Enjoy!" the maid said. She put the plates down, and started to walk away into the kitchen. 
The smell of sugar cookies traveled from the kitchen to the dining room.
We passed around in a circle the potatoes, beef, and beans so everyone could get some.
I put some beef, some beans and a lot of mashed potatoes on my plate.
I passed the plates onto Noah's father who kept eyeing me suspiciously.
I picked up my fork with one hand, my other on the seat. 
I went to take a bite of my steak when i felt a small burst of bubbles travel through my veins.
I looked down to see that Noah put his hand on top of mine, and he was eating his food like nothing happened.
I moved my fingers slightly to let him know that i saw what he did. He started bending his fingers into mine, until we were fully holding hands under the table.
He turned his head and smiled at me when his family wasn't looking.
I kept my head straight, but made eye contact with him.
I smiled slowly, which made him smile, and we 
started to hold back laughs.