Wrong Number (Larry Stylinson)

thirteen

---Louis' POV---

I walked out into the living room at 4 am to get a glass of water because I hadn't come out of my room all day. When I turned the lights on, I saw Liam and Maddie going at it on the livingroom couch.

"Oh, daddy, yes!" I cringed and almost gagged. But then I realized that once Harry and I met, we wouldn't be much different.

"Such a good girl for me, Maddie. So wet for me."

Yeah, I'm definitely gay.

I held up a finger and was going to say something, but I thought better of it. Maddie would probably kill me. Liam is always working and they barely get to see each other.

I rolled my eyes and shut off the lights before going back to bed. I had work in the morning.

--------next morning--------

"Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?"

I might've seemed a bit rude to the customers, but my mind was preoccupied. With...Harry. I almost wish he was here, but that has its downside. I subconsciously rubbed my bum and stood up straight.

I typed the order into the register and sighed a little, handing them a receipt. "Your order number is 68 and we'll be right out with your food. That's to go, right?"

The person said yes and left the line. Then the next person was up.

"Welcome to McDonald's, may I take your order?" I said, not even glancing up.

"No, I was just wondering if I could speak with the manager. I have a friend I want to meet and I've been told he's working right now."

"Well, I'm your guy. Who do you need?"

"Louis."

My head snapped up and the air was knocked out of my chest. "Daddy?"

Harry smirked. "Hey, baby boy."

I shook off the shock and the excitement, playing with the buttons on the register. "You can't be here."

Harry crossed his arms and he grinned. "And why is that? What if I'm here to eat?"

I smiled and cleared the register. "Alright. Want a burger?"

"No."

"Fries?"

"No."

"Coffee?"

"No."

"Happy Meal?"

"You can't be serious." He leaned over the counter and licked his lips. "What if I'm here to have you?"

I shrugged and tapped my fingers against the counter. "Then I'm afraid I can't help you then. Look, I end my shift in a few minutes. You can wait somewhere."

He stared at me intently and I felt my body get so hot that I thought I would melt.

"Fine." He stepped to the side and stood right next to the counter. "I'm waiting right here, baby."

I helped the other customers in line and I felt Harry's eyes on me for the majority of the time. I squirmed a bit but then relaxed. I was excited to have him here, but I was so nervous. We had only talked over the phone. We hadn't facetimed or anything. What if we were different than what we expected?

I finally finished and came back from behind the counter. "I'm done."

He put his phone away and smirked. "Good. Ready to go?"