Just Can't Let Him Go: L.T fanfic (A Fanfic I Wrote When I Was 13 Plz Ignore)

Chapter Four

              Louis wraps his arm around me again. "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I'm just making sure you're getting warm." He says.

             "Thank you and you're  not making me uncomfortable," I say with a small smile.

           A teenager, whose possibly as old as we are walks to our table. "Hello, my name is Michael, I'll be your server today," the blond smiles. His hair is crazy and looks pretty dry. He's wearing an apron and he's smiling.

           I look towards Niall, who is starting right at me. I silently freak out in the booth and look back to Michael.

          "May I get you two something to drink?" Michael asks.

"Pepsi please," I answer and try my best to not look at Niall at all. Louis takes his order as I realize a small sigh.

I steal a glance at Niall. He's looking at Louis as if he just grew three heads. Michael walks away as I stare at the menu.

"Blare?" Niall asks. I pop my head towards him.

"Oh. Hey Niall, Nichole," I say, hoping that I can act my way through this. They're both most likely mad at me, but it's not my fault they couldn't save me.

Niall looks as if he's going to cry anytime soon when I look into his eyes. They're glossy, but he's trying to hold the tears in. His hair isn't swept upwards, how he normally keeps it. Instead, it look as if he kept running his fingers through it. He glances at Louis before speaking,

"Hi," he says, flatly, "Why haven't you answered my texts? I've been trying to get a hold of you since school left out."

"Sorry, I was at science club, so I had my phone turned off," I say. I look at Nichole. Her face holds Niall's expressions, but a few tears have slipped from before.

"Okay, text me as soon as you can. I really need to talk to you," he says. By his voice, he didn't  believe my acting for once.

"Okay," I mumble. I should've never told Zayn, then I wouldn't have to have this problem. Where all my friends cry about me or looks at me like a four year old that starts crying when they break their arm.

Michael walks to our back to our table. "So, can I take your order?" He says while putting our drinks on the table.

"Yeah, can I have chicken and fries." I mumble. Michael nods as soon as Nichole and Niall stands to leave. Louis takes his order and Michael leaves as well.

"Who were they?" Louis asks as he readjusts himself on the red booth chair.

"My friends," I answer as I look around the restaurant. The table was a dark brown oak wood along with the wall beside me to keep a barrier between us and the people on the other side. The lighting is dim and there's a fake plant of ivy on the right side of the table along with condiments.

"Oh. You seemed to freak out a little bit." He says, causing me to sigh.

"Yeah. It's just, something happened. I don't really feel like talking about it," I say, feeling slightly awkward.

          "It's okay, you don't have to," he says as he looks downwards to me. Louis was quite short, but I was shorter than him. If we were standing next to each other than I'd be just under his chin. I smile, silently thanking him.

           Michael comes back with our orders and he refills Louis' cup. "Do you guys need anything else?" He asks as he puts our food on the table. I shake my head. "Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you." He says and walks off.