Hide And Seek (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Fifty Nine w/ note (feat. Q&A) :

I walked over to the podium the hostess of Olive Garden was standing at.

"Um, excuse me," the girl looked up at me. Her eyes were hazel like Vivian's, but not as welcoming and friendly, "My friend left his phone on the table and forgot to grab it," I motioned to Harry, who was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, a beanie over his head, and staring at some green plant in a vase; trying not to draw attention to himself. He was ALL in disguise because the last time we were spotted her, the paps thought I was cheating on Niall with Harry, plus Harry didn't want his black eye-or purple eye as he called it-to go out into public and be trending on twitter, "Is there by any chance you have it or it's in the lost and found or something?"

The lady didn't say anything. She pushed a piece of hair that fell out of her ponytail out of her face. She looked down at the podium and said very loud, "Wood; Party of three!"

A girl with auburn curls followed the hostess with her arms crossed, with a woman who looked to be her mother telling her about things like clothes, fashion, and make up make 'the guys go wild'. There was another girl with them, maybe like Laura's age, but she was too busy messing with her phone like my little sister Audrey does. I took a peak of what the girl was doing before she went to her table, and it looked to be that she was a directioner. I mean, it looked like she was stalking one of the guys' twitter pages. {A/N : I decided to do something fun. I just made a little feature of Autumn, her mother, and her younger sister Alexa.}

I looked back over at Harry, and the girl probably didn't notice him. Some directioner she is.

"Do you have the phone by any chance?" I asked the hostess again, but I took away my sweet, innocent tone and replaced it with an angry, impatient one, "He's lost it before, and not very good things came when he got it back."

"I just came here ten minutes ago, and the hostess before me just left. So if you want the phone, just go back to the table," the woman sent me a glare, and then looked away. A fake smile blossomed on her face as she greeted a family of six, who wanted to eat at this stupid restaurant. I grabbed Harry's wrist, yanking him away from the plant, and over to the table. Sure enough, the phone was still there.

I heard Harry let out a sigh of relief as he took the phone off the table.

"Don't. Lose. It. Again," I said strictly, "Because next time, you may not get it back. A fan might just come and steal it, tell all her friends she has your phone, and it will be the next top story on the news than the number one thing trending on twitter."

"I didn't mean to leave it here," Harry said as he started scrolling through his phone and not looking me in the eye.

"Sure you didn't," I said sarcastically with an eye roll, "Just put the phone on a leash next time. There is a PETCO right over-" Harry put his hand over my mouth as I pointed at the PETCO store through the window by the table.

"Don't make any sudden movements that make people know who you are," Harry whispered. I made a confused face, and couldn't really tell where he was looking because the lens in the sunglasses he was wearing were dimmed really black.

We stood there frozen for about a good thirty seconds before I got tired of his hand on my mouth, so I licked it.

"KYLA!" Harry exclaimed pulling his hand away and wiping it on his jeans, "Why did you look my hand!?"

"Because you didn't take it off my mouth!" I retorted, "I had to get it off my mouth somehow!"

"But you didn't have to lick it!" Harry whined as he kept wiping his hand back and forth on his pants, "You are really disgusting!"