Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

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What? Wait a second; you can't do that, can you? Of course, you can't. I gulp and the fear was visible all over my face. Louis stood in front of me, probably about to shake me to know if I'm okay. I never, I have never felt this way before. This fear, being terrified by someone's presence. I wouldn't be if he didn't do what he did to me the other night.  

Louis walks next to me and rubs his hands over my arm, "Hey, its okay. You're in the restaurant, inside of it. People you know are around you." 

I nod and try to smile, "Could you please, call Adele, maybe?", I almost whisper. 

All I know is I stood there staring at the wall in front of me, trying to breath when I felt a hand over my shoulder, "What's wrong?" 

It was Adele. I instantly look at her and see worry all over her face. I smile to myself; I do have people around me, people who care.  

Jackson opens the door and lets us hear the loud voice, "Would she come and take our order already?" 

It was his voice. I can't bloody seem to forget this voice, get this voice out of my head. Jackson shakes his head and looks at me, "If someone's a jackass, that's him." 

I nod rolling me eyes. I look at Adele and she tries hard to change her expression and smiles at me, faking the worst smile ever, "You can do this. If any problem, call out for Jackson." 

I grin and take a deep breath, before walking out I turn around and smirk at Jackson, "I would never call out for him, if I'm in trouble. He will only make it worse." 

Jackson throws his hands in the air, "And, she's back." 

When I finally get out of the kitchen, I feel like all those eyes are on me. I stare at the floor and make my way to that terrible table, walking towards it all I can think about is to keep the devil inside of me calm. I don't want trouble, I'm happy with my life. You're happy with your life, I repeat to myself. I sigh inside of my head; I don't want them to know that I'm horrified to be standing anywhere near them. 

"How can I help you?", I shot the question, right away. I don't even look at them, I can't do that. I keep my eyes on the notepad with a pen in my hands. 

"Oh, right. Is that the way you treat your customers here?" 

I would do anything to trade last night. It could be anything, I wouldn't mind meeting with an accident, instead of this. He chuckles and everyone joins him. I pity the girl sitting there; she is probably just with them because of the black haired guy. 

I let out a sigh.  

"Whoa, enough with the attitude!", I hear him again. I could just slap him, no one would notice, right? Get a grip, Rebecca. My subconscious reminds me.  

This was his trick to know my name. Fine, I don't mind playing along this little game with him. What's the worst he could do if he knew my name? It is not really that big of a deal.  

I close my eyes, to let all the negative thoughts pass away. I plaster a fake smile over my face and turn the happy voice switch on, "Hi, I'm Rebecca. How can I help you?" 

The other 4 groaned while Styles chuckled, he looks at them and laughs, throwing his head back, "Place the money on the table, losers. I told you I would do that." 

What...what the fuck? Did he place bet on if he could know my name? I'm not an aggressive person, I'm actually very calm. It just surprises me how angry I get when I see him, I don't know what comes over me. It's unbelievably stupid.