Perhaps, Maybe, I Dunno (boyxboy)

Chapter 21 (pt. 2)

SO SORRY. HERES PART 2. LOVE YOU ALL & THX FOR READING EVEN WHEN I BREAK MY PROMISES.
P.S. Louis is back 😉
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When they get to the restaurant, Harry steps out of the car quickly to open the door for Zayn. It turns out that Zayn had the same idea as him, and they run into each other, head on. Harry rubs his head painfully, and Zayn chuckles. As Zayn laughs, Harry pulls in close to his ear.

"Dating guys is kind of a," he pauses, fighting off a smirk, "pain in the ass wouldn't you say?" He walks away from Zayn before he ruins it by laughing, making sure to swish his hips dramatically as he goes into the restaurant.

"Reservation for Styles," he says as he stands in front of the hostess, giving her a wide smile. She's young, around twenty, with striking red hair and blonde streak running through the side of it. Harry can feel Zayn walk up behind him as she looks up his name.

"Oh, yes, party of two," she looks up at both of them and grins, "Follow me." She shows them to their table and sets down their menus, assuring them that a waiter will be there to take their orders soon. As Harry starts to sit down, Zayn pinches his butt and winks at him before sitting down in his own chair. Harry rolls his eyes. Two can play at that game. They look at the menu for a while in silence. Zayn drops his down and stares at Harry expectantly.

"What are you thinking about getting?" he asks him, leaning forward to meet his eyes. Harry is transfixed on his menu, trying to figure out a way to get Zayn back. He barely hears the question, but he catches the end of it.

"I don't know yet. How about you order for me?" Harry gives Zayn a wink as he nods hesitantly, settling back into his seat. Their waiter walks by and stops at their table.

"Hello, gentlemen. My name is Louis, and I'll be your waiter today." Harry nearly knocks over his water glass. He knows that voice.

"Louis?" he asks, looking up at the waiter. It's his Louis. The one from the party. Oh God.

"Louis William Tomlinson?" he asks again, hoping that it somehow isn't him. But it is.

"Glad to know you remember, Harry," Louis says. It sounds innocent enough, but Harry knows that he's flirting. Apparently, Zayn knows, too.

"Well, Mr. Tomlinson," he says through gritted teeth, "We'd like to order, if you wouldn't mind." Louis plasters a fake smile toward Zayn.

"Of course I don't mind," he says, faking a cheerful disposition. Zayn smirks back at him confidently.

"Well, I hope not," he shoots back, leaning in his chair, "You are the waiter." Harry sighs. 'I'm in for a long night,' he thinks.

After what feels like hours of Zayn and Louis quarreling back and forth, Harry's ready to impale one of them with a sharp object. Or maybe both of them. Or maybe himself. He doesn't even know anymore. All he knows is that Zayn ordered his Chicken Parmesan about seven hours ago, but Louis has been too busy arguing to check on their food.

"Maybe the food's ready now," Harry says sternly. Louis snaps his head away from Zayn to look at Harry.

"Of course, let me check," Louis agrees, heading off toward the kitchen. When he passes Harry's seat, he gives him a lingering touch to the shoulder. Zayn tenses at the sight.

"That fucking bastard," he says, rage evident in his face. Harry can see Zayn's jaw twitching in anger, and he has to hold back a laugh. Zayn's cute when he's mad.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" Zayn asks Harry suspiciously. Harry shakes his head no and ducks his face behind the menu, so Zayn won't see the grin erupting on his face. Zayn rolls his eyes.