I'm with the band

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We finally get to Nando's and the second we walk through the door, everyone's phone cameras are on us.

Not only were the camera flashes from before blinding me, but now these were.
Along with the whispers and little gasps we were hearing from fans.

Nothing new, of course.

We make our way to a large booth on the far end of the restaurant, and sit down.

Alex's fingers are still intertwined with mine, even though I wanted to let go, I knew I couldn't.

He sits me down next to him as Niall and Louis take the head of the table, the rest of the boys sitting directly on front of us.

Harry right in front of me, of course.

"Well isn't this place.. quaint." Alex says sarcastically, his hand still on mine, as I carefully slide it away.

Harry's eyeing all of this happening like a hawk, by the way.

"It's Niall's favourite." Liam interjects, as I'm still trying to escape the grasp of Alex's sweaty hand.

"I suggest you don't do that, honey." Alex ignores arrogantly, turning his head awfully close to mine, making me clench my jaw.
"We're in public and the majority of people in this restaurant are watching our every move."
"You wouldn't want to make bad publicity, would you?"

My eyes go soft and I frown, swallowing a lump at the back of my throat, knowing he was right.

"Alex." Harry warns sternly as Alex smirks.

"Harry leave it he, he's right." I shrug, as Harry kept an angered expression on his face.

Just then, the waitress came to our table.
"Well hello guys, aren't we lucky to have some celebrities dining with us this afternoon." She jokes.

Normally, when waitresses would be all talkative and comedic, I'd partake in such conversation, but I couldn't concentrate with holding Alex's hand, Harry's angry expression and the overall tension at this table.

The waitress kept talking, but I couldn't hear a word.

Instead, I look around, nearly every person was recording us.
I breathe in and out nervously.

"You alright, Lizzy?" Zayn asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

Great, now even our whole tables undivided attention was on me.

I lick my now dry lips and nod.
"Yeah, Zayn, I'm fine." I say, breathily.
"I just need to use the bathroom." I say calmly and give Alex a look to let go of my hand.

He purses his lips into a line and nods his head.
"Alright." He says and lets go of my hand.
"But first.." He continues, pressing a firm kiss to my lips.

I already knew the waitress was most probably judging us at this point.

But having said that, I wasn't stupid.

I knew exactly what game he was trying to play.
Everyone was watching.
Our fans, and even the boys.
Harry most of all.

I pull away grossed out, getting up from my seat and walking back around Harry's chair, giving it a gentle kick on purpose.

When he turns his head in my direction I raise my eyebrow and subtly nod my head for him to follow me afterwards.

It felt rude to leave the table so unexpected, but I couldn't take it.
I needed to get away from Alex and talk to Harry.

I make my way to the women's washroom and wait outside the door.
In the meantime, I'm currently trying to wipe off any old, crusty kiss mark Alex left on my lips.

Women came into the bathroom and women left, and at least every second girl asked for a picture, which I gladly accepted.

I was just patiently waiting for Harry.
Luckily, the bathrooms were at a secluded little corner of the restaurant so not many people would see us.

I still wait patiently with my arms folded, leaning on the wall with my leg up and pretty soon, Harry showed up.

With no hesitation, he wraps his arms around my waist and scoops me into his arms, leaving me in pure shock.

I begin to kick my legs on the air for him to put me down and he sees that my eyes are wide like saucers.

"What are you doing? Are you insane?" I whisper shout.
"What if someone would've seen that?"

"I didn't kiss you, did I?" He asks, sarcastically.
"And speaking of kissing, what the hell was that? You clearly weren't comfortable!"

"Harry, we've been over this, I don't have a choice."

"I don't care, this pathetic loser is only doing this to get a rise out of me by only making you uncomfortable." He whisper shouts back.

"And it seems to be working." I argue.

"Lizzy, he could do anything else to piss me off, I don't care." Harry says angrily.
"But when it comes to making you upset, is where I draw the line."

"I get that, but my contract isn't up with him yet."

"Well if it doesn't end, I'm ending him."

"Harry, calm down." I say, annoyed.
"You promised me you'd behave."

He's silent now and sighs.
I shrug.

"I'm sorry, you're right." He says.
"Look, it drives me crazy how he mistreats you, but having said that, you're right. I shouldn't have broken my promise to you."
"I care about this relationship, Lizzy. More than you know."
"I'm crazy about you."

I half smile.
"I have to tell you, I was really impressed with how you responded to him in the car." I say, as he shrugs.

"I thought you might." He grins as I giggle.

"I'm pretty crazy about you too, you know?" I add as he smirks.
"And no kiss from a narcissist, rude, musician is going to change that."

"Just to be clear, you are talking about Alex right?" He jokes sarcastically, making me laugh and lean my face into his chest as his arms wrap around my neck in a hug.

I wrap my arms around his hips, since he was so much taller than me.

"Of course I'm talking about Alex." I say laughing and looking up at him.
"I like you. And only you."

He gives me a half smile.
"I like you too." He says and I go on the tips of my toes to give him a quick peck.

I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself.
We were already embracing each other in a hug and besides, it's not like there was anyone around.

"Well, well." A familiar voice says, making me and Harry's heads snap in the same direction.

Or.. maybe there was.

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