Broken ( Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“Can I take your order,” the waitress said to Harry. She didn't even acknowledge that I was sitting there in front of Harry.

“Uh I’d just like a cup of tea. How about you Nicky?” he asked me ignoring the fact that the waitress was completely flirting with him.

“I'd like some tea as well,” I said.

“I'll be right back with that,” the waitress said to Harry.

I rolled my eyes and Harry seemed to notice because he started to chuckle. I felt my cheeks start to get warmer and I pushed my hair back with my hand. I looked down at my hands trying to avoid his green eyes. I could feel him starring at me and I didn't want to look up at him. I wasn't even sure why I was here. I shouldn't have danced with him. I have no idea what I was thinking. That's the problem though. I am not sure I was thinking at all. It was as if I was hypnotized by him. The feel of his lips against my skin still lingered. I felt the goosebumps bumps rise on my skin as the memory of his lips against mine came back to mind.

“'Why aren't you looking at me?” He asked.

“What?” I asked without looking up at his eyes.

“Every time I lock eyes with you you always turn away or try to avoid any eye contact with me. Why do you do that?” He asked.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him the real reason on why I can't look at him in the eye, but I couldn't just sit here and say nothing. How was I suppose to tell him that his eyes resemble my mother's? I was rambling through my head trying to figure out what to say.

“I make you nervous. Don't I?” He smirked.

“What?” That was somewhat true, but it was mostly the fact that his eyes reminded me way too much of my mother.

“Come on,” he said leaning in across the table. His face was close to mine now and I was afraid of what he was about to do next, “Every time I get this close to you I can see you grow very nervous.”

He kept leaning in closer and closer. I could feel his breathe against my skin. His tongue ran down across his bottom lip and I found myself biting down to my bottom lip remember the taste of his lips. The taste still lingered, but I wanted more.

“Here is your order,” the waitress said making Harry back off quickly and sit back down across from me. I hadn't even noticed that he had stood up and climbed over the table.

The waitress placed Harry's tea on the table right in front of him and smiled. She then turned to me and rolled her eyes. Her body jerked forward and she spilled the tea all over me.

“I am so sorry,” she immediately apologized.

“It's fine,” I said rolling my eyes.

She began to laugh and I looked at her with a shocked expression.

“This is funny to you,” I said. What the hell was her problem?

“Yeah it is,” she said.

I looked over at Harry and he was as shocked as I was. I stood up and threw the napkin that I was cleaning my dress with on top of the table.

“Look girl I am not sure what your problem is, but I will not sit here and be humiliated,” I yelled at the waitress.

I wasn't sure where all of this confidence was coming from, but I was liking it. I knew that the girl did it on purpose because she saw me there with Harry, but she had to know that I was not going to sit there and have her humiliate me in front of everyone.