Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15

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I have the courage to look him in the eyes and smile at him; being the best at my job that I am. His eyes are not the same, he isn't looking at me like he always does. There's something about those eyes that I can't...I just can't figure out. Harry gulps and hides himself behind Zayn, while he looks at him and worries about his little friend. I ignore everything that is happening in front of me and roll my eyes, letting it all fade out.

"Table for?", I fix my eyes to Zayn; letting Harry know that he wasn't the one who gets to answer this.

Zayn furrows his brows and looks back and forth at me and Harry, "The regular. Five people, Rebecca."

This is probably the first time I heard him say my name; though it doesn't even matter. I nod and look at Tracy who is being an insecure bitch and is glaring at Zayn. God dammit. I'm not even a threat to such chicks. Tracy's got a perfect body, beautiful hair and big pretty eyes...why is she still glaring at her boyfriend? I sigh to myself inside my head and turn around only to make them all follow me.

They all settled into their table; Harry still doesn't have the audacity to look at me. I roll my eyes; even if he's not looking over.

"Do you guys want me to come back?", I interrupt their conversation.

Harry instantly lifts his head up and stares at me, I could feel his eyes on me while I just kept looking at Zayn. Everyone, and even I expected Harry to pass a dirty comment, telling me not to leave because he liked what he sees. Or anything stupid and Harry-ish. Instead, he looks at Zayn waiting for him to look at Harry and when he finally does, he shakes his head at Zayn.

Zayn chuckles, "Nope.", he says popping the p, "We will order, I guess.", he looks back at Harry.

Harry clears his throat and orders himself a chicken sandwich, and I write everyone's order. I fake another smile and look up, "Anything else?"

Tracy smiles, "Please try and don't spit in any of the dishes this time?"

I let out a soft chuckle and everyone on the table laughs but Harry, "I'm sorry for that day."

Tracy shrugs, "Hey, no harm done."

I felt like everyone at this table now knew me; like they came here to greet me or even piss me off but they knew me. I smile at Daniel who was smiling at me. My eyes land on Luke, who sat all quiet and for a minute I wanted to ask him what his deal was. Why was he the way he was.

Before anyone would ask why I was still at their table; staring at one guy, I chose to walk out of there. I made my way to the kitchen, sliding the slip into the counter and watching the door; hoping for someone to walk in.

Harry.

My head kept repeating this name, I didn't want him to walk in and say the nasty stuff he says. Maybe I was so used to him being him; the fun stupid Harry. But today he was someone I didn't recognise, he was hiding something and out of all these fucking days, I was the one who wanted to talk to him.