She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

chapter 20

"What's wrong?" I whispered and move my gaze to Harry. He was all hunched behind the menu, which he held it a bit higher up. It is quite amusing to see.

Harry says crabbily: "Those wankers, showed up! We can't afford to be seen."

"I don't need this shit right now! Fuck it, we have to get out unnoticed." Zayn added gruffly.

My eyes find him and I couldn't bear it anymore, chuckle fall from my lips, because his head was ducked down, menu placed to cover his left side of his face. They both glare at me and my smile vanished as quick as a magicians' rabbit. My teeth play with my bottom lip as I glance back to the blue eyed man. My eyes stalk the move of his buffed arm that passes through his lustrous hair, his eyes trained at the guy across from him.

I gaze back at Harry and Zayn, they are full on alert. I pull my eyebrows together and ask, leaning slightly in: "Don't tell me that they are some kind of gang or something?"

"Yes they are some local gang, but I'm not sure which one." Harry snorts and shakes his head.

I nod in acknowledgement, then look from Harry to Zayn, back and forth: "So, what's the plan?"

"They'll probably recognize Harry and me. Our best option is to go through back exit." Zayn stated and carefully glances around the restaurant.

We share a moment of thought, where we just stare off into some distance, though my eyes sneaking to the group diagonal from us. That blue eyes are such a distraction, that I attempt not to look at them any more than curiosity absolutely demands. 

I'm oddly excited, for I have seen similar situations in the movies and read in the books, and now I get to experience it. I'm not frightened, like I should have been, because with Harry and Zayn by my side I feel completely safe.

I go to speak: "Hey lads? I've got an idea."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, as Zayn's eyes eagerly watching me. I drew close to the table, and turn my face so that I can see Zayn and Harry at once. They lean in towards me as well, as if we have a secret debate.

"What if you use me as a distraction? I mean they don't know who I am, so it'll be easy for me to distract them, while you sneak out." I kept my voice low.

"No fucking way!" Harry protested in a whisper, while Zayn shook his head in disagreement.

I sigh: "But think about it! It's brilliant! Beside I won't be in a danger, because I know how to defend myself. Come on lads! Unless you have better plan?" I spoke in great speed of enthusiasm.

They remain quiet. Their eyes sweep the room, before looking at one another. It is comical to see two proudly set men, with stern characteristic and intimidating looks, hiding like little kids behind brown covers of menu.

Zayn finally announces: "Fine!" I sharply gaze at him, and with serious face he continues, "Juliet, if you don't come out in five minutes, we're coming in."

A triumphant grin stretched my lips: "Deal!"

I wave my hand for check. That waitress doesn't waste anybody's time, as she rushes to our table. Harry cautiously pulls out, from the back pocket of his trousers, money. She places her hand on the table, lean a bit forward, and lay the bill before Harry, smirking. I can feel anger boil deep in my system, churning within, hungry for destruction.

When he gives her the money, she speaks in their direction, putting a small piece of paper on the table: "If you lads want to have some fun, just give me a call."

"Wow someone is clearly desperate." I muttered, but it came out louder than I intended to be.

Her eyes snap to me: "Excuse me?"