Changing my Direction

Chapter 5

I stepped out of the driver's seat, slamming the door angrily behind me. Stupid Harry. Stupid prank...Stupid-...I ran out of things to call stupid. Hphm, Stupid Harry. Now, I feel all anxious and annoyed. But it's not my fault. Maybe I did play a pretty bad prank on him but it was harmless. Now, he's going to get revenge. And let's just say Harry's revenge, isn't always so kind.

Harry clambered out of his seat as well, and followed in my suit, shoving his hands in his pockets as we walked towards the restaurant. That same damn smirk was still plastered on his face, spreading from cheek to cheek. He'd been doing nothing but grinning the entire ride here, which only made me more bloody anxious by the minute. I mean, honestly, you would think he would try to put on some poker face to throw me off, but no, that's just not Harry.

I let out a long sigh before pulling open the restaurant door and stepping inside beside Harry. The minute I walked in, I let out a long pleasurable sigh, as I breathed in the heavenly scent. I never get tired of the smell of this place. It's like being on Cloud 9. I basically spend all my evenings in here chowing down. Why, you ask? Because they have got the best food in all of the UK! Okay, so maybe that's a bit of a stretch but they do make a hell of a lot of good food. Just walking in and smelling the amazing aroma of this place makes my mouth water. And the name of this glorious restaurant? Lillian's Bakery and Breakfast. Perfect name. Perfect food. It's like heaven on Earth.

Snapping out of my aromatic state, I followed Harry towards the service podium where a waitress stood slouched over its surface, seemingly looking bored and annoyed at a piece of paper. We stopped in front of the podium, and waited, but she still didn't look up. Perhaps she doesn't know that we're here.

"May I help you?" She asked in a bored and unlively tone, still staring down at the paper.

Harry cleared his throat. "Erm, we've got a table waiting for us."

"Name?"

"Harry and Louis."

At the sound of Harry's response, the girl's head instantly jerked upwards to look at the two of us, and her eyes filled with recognition and shock. A wide grin spread across her cheeky face, as her gaze darted between the two of us excitedly. I think I even heard her let out a small squeal. Harry and I exchanged weary glances, but a smirk was still apparent on his face. Fan girls always seem to appeal wildly to him. And this girl is definitely a fan. But something tells me her excitement has nothing to do with the fact that we're apart of One Direction.

"Oh my god, you're Harry and Louis!" She exclaimed, grinning wildly between the two of us.

We both nodded slowly, our eyes still taking in her sudden cheerful demeanor. If you saw her now, you wouldn't even be able to believe that just a second ago she looked as if she was going to die of boredom. But now, she looks as if she just won the lottery.

The waitress let out another high pitched squeal. Her eyes now wide and joyful.

"I am the HUGEST fan of you two! Larry Stylinson, all the way!" She exclaimed, squealing even more.

My face twisted in confusion, as my eyes darted over to Harry. Larry Stylinson? What the hell? Harry and I exchanged a questioning look. His own expression mirroring mine, as we stared back at the squealing girl. Who's Larry Stylinson? What is that some sort of fan club? Probably so. Still, I haven't heard of it. But oddly enough, it does sound strangely familiar.

"Who's Larry Stylinson?"

Her squeals stopped, as well did her smile. Her expression twisted into confusion as she gaped at the two of us, her eyes narrowing and darting between us. She looked as if she were inspecting to see if we just lied to her or something. However, that is so not the case.