Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

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I wasn't shocked. The way he behaves, the way he is in public, it does not matter to him. He might even yell or scream at you in front of loads of people, without giving it a thought about how you feel about the situation. But, that's just Harry and it kind of makes me laugh at how much I already know him. 

I glare him, "Leave my wrist. I work here!" 

Zayn chuckles and I throw him another look. Why did they ever thought about showing up at our restaurant? It is all Liam's fault. 

Harry raises an eyebrow, "I need to talk." 

He wasn't going to listen to me this way? Fine, I'll try to work the other way. I jerked my hand away and clenched my jaw, mirroring his actions, "I heard you." 

He gets off the chair, "Right now." 

"You can't tell me what to do.", I snap back at him and I turn to walk towards the kitchen.  

Every muscle in my body was getting worried. A part of me knew that he would come after me, or might even grab my wrist and pull me out of the restaurant. I hope he has the decency of not taking that step. I don't want to turn around to see if he is still there, because if I did so, he might think I was telling him to come after me. 

The moment I reach the staff room, I barge in and sigh hugely. If there were locks on this door, I would lock each of them. Louis walks in and I smile at him, I fake another smile, I'm a professional at faking smiles, "Hey." 

He lets out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, that's no real smile." 

I shrug, "If he still out there." 

Louis stands next to me and folds his arms across his chest, "Why does he bother you so much?" 

"Do not!", I snap at him, "Why would he? He just...he knows the password to my last nerve." 

Louis laughs, throwing his head back, "That's my Rebecca. Where have you been hiding? Show him you're way more than what he treats you.", he elbows me. 

I lean on the wall, sliding on the floor, "He needs to talk to me." 

Louis laughs and walks towards the kitchen counter, "Can we some ice-cream out here?" 

"Coming right out.", the chef answers him back. 

It did not take long for the chef the offer some ice-cream and place it over the counter, Louis picks it up and I look at him with furrowed brows, "What are you doing?" 

He bends over and hands it to me, "You'll like it." 

Louis, this is who he is. The only person who would go out of his way to help people, you need a helping hand and you think Louis is busy and won't be able to make it? Well, think again and in a blink of an eye, he'll be here. I grin at him and grab it from it, "Lou, thank you." 

He winks at me and walks towards the door, "I have a table to serve. I'll be back." 

"Louis?", I call out after him and he turns around, "Could you..." 

I wasn't even able to complete my sentence when he nods, "I'll see and let you know if he's still there." 

I point at him, "You're the best."