Continued from last chapter.
Part 1:
Louis was right, just a second later there was a knock at his room door, indicating it was time to get going.
He grabbed his wallet and phone and made his way out to greet his body guard once again.
They were escorted to the restaurant by a chauffeur in a sleek black Bentley with tinted windows so nobody could see inside the luxurious car. To say Louis was nervous was an understatement.
In just a few minutes he would be making his way inside Gordon Ramsay’s restaurant and come face to face with his ex boyfriend whom he had not seen nor spoken to in about 4 years.
What would he look like? Is his hair still long? Has he grown taller? (he hoped not, he was already a giraffe towering over his small body)Â Â Â
There were so many unanswered questions running through Louis mind that he didn’t even notice the car come to a stop.
“We’re here, you may want to brace yourself, there’s a sh*t ton of paps out there” his body guard said before climbing out the car and making his way round to open Louis’ door.
As soon as the door swung open there were flashes yet again blinding his eyes as he gained a sense of de-ja-vu. It was like a repeat of the airport, only less fans and more cameras.
“Are you meeting the rest of one d tonight?”
“We saw Liam Payne and Zayn Malik walk inside just a second ago!”
“Where’s styles at?”
So he’s not here yet then, Louis pondered. Maybe he won’t show up? He didn’t know wether to be ecstatic at the thought or disappointed.
He finally made it inside and was instantly greeted by staff members who took his jacket and showed him the way to his table.Â
As he neared his seat, which was situated right by the window, he saw A large circular table with Liam, Zayn, Niall, James and Simon all sat around it, only noticing Louis when he was right up in front of them.
“Finally Louis, took you long enough mate” Niall spoke up first, what a nice way to be greeted Louis thought with an eye roll.
“Can’t look this good without time and preparation Nialler, you should take a tip or two from me” he said with a smirk as he sat down and made himself comfortable.
Niall scoffed, “You wish tommo”.
“To be honest we’re not surprised your late, we are however surprised that you got here before Harold, it’s not like him to be tardy” James interrupted, Louis was thinking the same thing to be honest, and it seems as if the others were thinking it as well as they all nodded in agreement.
“Where, um, where is he anyway, is he not coming?” Louis shyly asked, gaining knowing glances from Liam and Zayn.
“He should be here any mi-
Simon was cut off from the sound of shouting outside and from where they were sat they could see flashes begin to go off and a similar car to Louis’ pulled up along the sidewalk.
“Here he is” Simon stated, as though everyone else was blind to what was going on outside.
None of them had seen Harry properly except Niall in the 4 years since the split, so every single one of them stared outside the window, eager to see the man step outside the car. None of them were as eager as Louis though.
And it finally happened.
The chauffeur turned to Harrys car door and slowly opened it, revealing the man in question bit by bit.
The first thing Louis could see was his hair. Harry had apparently decided not to grow his hair out again since Dunkirk and was now sporting the same hairstyle as he did back in 2013.
Harry has his face turned away from the window so the second thing Louis noticed was his outfit, his long legs were fitted into black, ripped skinny jeans that hugged his skin like paint, his busk shoulders filled out his silk black shirt that was unbuttoned almost half way down, exposing his soft tanned skin that was littered with black ink. On top of that, he is wearing a long waist coat that, guess what, was also black. The only asset of his outfit that wasn’t black were his suede tan boots, similar to the ones he used to wear back in one direction.
He wished he could see his face, his wish was granted.
Harry turned for the paparazzi and while doing so Louis caught a glance of his face.
He was beautiful.
He hasn’t changed much but he looked more mature, more manly, his jaw was sharper than ever before, Louis thought he would cut himself by touching it. His emerald green eyes shone and sparkles in the light, looking like a Forrest with the sun light piercing through the branches overhead. His lips were a bubblegum pink and just as plump as they were years ago, Louis is surprised he isn’t wearing lipstick, that’s how pink they are.
However, he was shocked at the expression on his face. Hard and cold, not like the Harry he used to know who was always smiling, god he wanted to see them dimples. But he couldn’t, as Harrys face was emotionless. He looked bored of the situation, Louis could tell harry didn’t want to be here just as much as he didn’t.
The paps were having a field day, as Harry rarely makes appearances in the public with the exception of his tour and travelling to the studio, they would surely make big bucks from a single picture of him, even if it were blurry. None of the lads including himself got this big of a reaction as him, compared to this moment right now, you would think they are merely friends of some big superstar and don’t have successful careers of their own.
After what seemed like an hour of gaping Louis turned his attention back to the people he was sat with, only to see the same expression on their faces as he had before.
“Since when did he get so popular?” Simon asked, clearly shocked at the amount of attention Harry had gotten compared to the other lads.
“He made it quite big with his solo career, I mean, he was always the favourite in the band, you know with the whole ‘perfect pop star’ sh*t” Zayn explained.
“That and the fact that he barely appears in public any more” James stated with a shrug.
Louis just sat there silently, knowing he was the cause of his attitude change, if he could take it all back he would, but sadly, he can’t.
Just as Liam was about to comment on it the whole restaurant went silent. The only thing you could hear were the clinks of boots against the tile floors.
Everyone turned their heads to the direction of the noise and saw Harry walk into the room with his eyes glued to his phone, looking unbothered by the entire room staring at him.
Louis thought the entire situation was way too dramatic just for a man walking into the room, but he guessed that everyone was so enamoured by him because of the fact that he was barely ever seen, and, I mean come on, if you were an average person having a meal at a restaurant and Harry f*cking styles walked into the room, of course you would look up and stare, unless your a weirdo who has no idea who the handsome man is.
When Harry reaches them he threw his phone onto the table, not caring if it cracked or not. He then took the last seat available next to Zayn and Simon, and the seat just so happened to be opposite Louis, great.
Harry leaned back in his chair and threw his cigarette pack onto the table just like he had done with his phone, he then crossed his arms and looked around the room.
“Let’s get this sh*t over with then” he finally spoke, still with no emotion on his handsome face.
He still hadn’t looked at any of them, just stared out the window. Until nobody had started talking, so he snapped his head back to the front and looked at each one of them, stopping slightly on Louis before moving onto Simon.
“Well then? Are you going to f*cking start this conversation or just sit here and stare at me, honestly take a picture it would last longer” he said in a huff, clearly loosing his patience.
Simon coughed and finally said something, saving the rest of the group from having to come up with a conversation starter.
“Uh- shall we order drinks then?” He said awkwardly.
At that Harry put his hand up to signal for the waitress to come and take their orders, not a second later a young girl around the age of 20 came up beside Harrys chair.
“Good evening, my name is Charlotte, I will be your waitress for the evening, what can I get you” she said in a polite tone.
For the first time all night Harry put a wide, cheeky smile on his face, though everyone could tell it was just for show, like a mask he put on for the public.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl Charlotte, how are you love” Harry replied in a sweetly fake voice.
Louis awkwardly looked away from the situation in front of him, as he turned his head to look at the lads he got pitiful glances back from them, they understand how he must be feeling right now. His ex is sat in front of him shamelessly flirting with the waitress, not giving a damn if Louis was sat across from him or not.
Louis could feel his heart shatter in his chest, however he felt like he had no right to feel this way in the first place, he was the one who broke Harrys heart in the beginning, this was practically karma for his bad decisions.
“Can we get a few drinks to begin with babe” Harry said in a flirtatious tone, smirking at her. He then put his hand on her lower back as a term of endearment.
This made Louis feel sick to his stomach.
He watched as Harrys hand moved in circles along the girls back, the girl just standing there and embracing it making heart eyes at him.
Louis gripped the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turned white, it didn’t go unnoticed by Simon, who smirked behind his hand, clearly amused by Harrys behaviour.
Simon loves any circumstance that made Louis uncomfortable and put him in a bad mood, so to him this was the highlight of his day.
“Yeh no problem, what drinks can I get you” she replied.
That sentence should have been towards everyone at the table, however her eyes were focused on Harry’s, never taking her attention away from the man.
“I’ll have a jack and coke, thanks babe”
As he called her the little nickname he turned his head straight forward and stared at Louis with a smirk on his face, Louis was guessing this was his way of telling Louis he was over him.
“Why don’t you tell this beautiful girl here what your having Louis” Harry said, never breaking eye contact with Louis.
The tension in the atmosphere round the table could be cut with a knife, everyone was on edge due to Harrys compulsive behaviour. They had heard he had changed, but they didn’t realise it would be this drastic.
Louis cleared his throat and put on a straight face, Louis was determined to show Harry he wasn’t affected by his little games, even if inside he was slowly breaking.
“Vodka coke” Louis finally got out, he wasn’t going to be polite to this girl, even if she hadn’t particularly done anything wrong.
She pulled a face at his rude demeanour but wrote down his order none the less. She then moved on to take every one else’s order before walking away.
For a few seconds there was awkward silence before Liam spoke up.
“Sorry mate but what the fuck was that?”
Liam spoke in a harsh tone towards Harry, clearly p*ssed that he had ruined the mood not even half an hour in. Of course he understood Harry had every right to be angry with Louis, but this was just uncalled for. He’s not only ruining Louis mood but everyone at the table too with the exception of Simon because, well, it’s Simon.
“Just a friendly conversation Liam, what’s the harm in talking to a pretty girl” he said innocently, Although he wasn’t fooling anyone.
“Cut it with the bullshit I can see what your doing” Liam replies, on the verge of losing his temper.
Harry sighed dramatically and leaned forward to rest his head on his hands against the table.
“And what exactly is is that I’m doing Liam?” He cockily asked, tilting his head to the side while staring him in the eyes.
“Your taking the p*ss is what your doing, your attitude stinks and your not being fair to Lou or any of us sat round this table”
Louis wanted to kiss Liam right now (not literally, Zayn would kill him) he could always count on him to take his side and be there for him when he was clearly feeling down. Liam was the type of friend that could instantly tell his exact emotions, and he was glad to have a friend like that by his side.
Harry turned to face Louis at the mention of his name, but still looked unfazed by Liam’s little speech. For just a second Louis thought he saw a spark of guilt in his eyes, however it quickly vanished as soon as Louis made eye contact with him.
“Louis has no right to care, it was his f*cking fault in the first place, if he wants to go cry about it it’s fine by me” he said coldly, causing the lads and James to gasp, shocked at how he was talking to the boy he once loved.
Louis just sat there, and kept a straight face, like he had been doing for the majority of the night.
Author notes:
Sooo, Harry made his first appearance! Of course he is a bit of a d*ck in the beginning but this is only the start of his character development.
I hope you enjoyed the drama, baring in mind this is only part one of the dinner, I will try get part 2 out as soon as possible.
I’m not sure how I feel about this chapter as I was pretty distracted while writing it but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
Don’t forget to comment, love you all cx
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