Forgotten

Ch 19

Harry**

“Out. Out. Out!” Louis says shoving us both roughly out the room “Don't come back until Niall calls for you.”

Louis shoves us out, turns on his heel and goes back into the room, slamming the door behind him.

Zayn looks at me, and frowns. “Now what?”

I look at him and shrug, mumbling “We could eat I suppose”

“What'd you say mate?” He says stepping closer

“Eat! We could get some food.” He nods, and I have an idea.

I pull out my phone and dial a number,

“Hey Niall, its Harry.”

“I know who it is.” He chuckles lightly, making me smile. “What's up? You just left ten minutes ago..”

“Well... Zayn and I... are going to Nandos... what should we get you..?”

“Just a burger and fries.” I look over to Zayn who's staring at me wide eyed.

“Alright, got you. We'll be back soon with your food.”

“K, bye.” He says hanging up

I turn on my heel, and walk out the hospital doors.

It takes Zayn a minute, but he eventually snaps out of his trance and jogs after me. “Wait! We're going to Nandos?”

“Yeah. Less talking, get in the car.” I say tossing him the keys. “You drive.”

He stops in his tracks when he sees my all black camaro.

“Holy shit, when'd you get this?” he says excitedly hopping in the car.

“Less talk.” I repeat, ignoring his question. “Let's go.”

I pull my arms over my chest, as he pulls out of the parking lot, and begins the drive to Nandos. We don't talk the whole time, just drive in silence.

When we pull up to the parking lot, I hop out quickly and trudge slowly to the front door. I hear Zayn sigh and get out, slamming my door shut.

I turn around and glare at him. “Don't slam my car door.”

He rolls his eyes, “We gonna be in silence the whole time.”

I turn around and enter Nandos, “Don't slam my car door,” I repeat

“Welcome to Nandos, how can I help you?” I cheerful girl says as I approach her, I squint to read her name card, apparently her name is Rachel.

“Hello Rachel. Can I have a Cheeseburger with fries, and another double cheeseburger without fries?”

“Anything on them?” She asks, looking me up and down.

“No thank you” I say, and she puts the order in the register slowly, still staring.

“Would you like a picture Rachel?” I ask slowly, and her eyes light up.

“Y-yeah! With Zayn too? Is that okay?” She says pointing to Zayn,

“Zayn,” I bark at him, “Let's take a picture with Rachel, yeah?”

He smiles reluctantly, and she comes from behind the counter and we begin to take pictures.

“Rachel! Your order is ready!” Someone angrily yells from the kitchen,

“C-coming!” She stammers, rushing behind the counter. She hands me the meal and I smile at her, then look at Zayn.