Just So You Know (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

    2 months after the break up- 1 month after discovering Niall and Zayn together.

    Harrys POV-

    Thomas had three older brothers and a twin sister. So, when we’d first met and he’d told me he was there for his little sister-  she was only little by a few minutes. To my accusatory glare he replied,

“What? She’s my younger sister!” with a smile and a chuckle. I was not amused, in reality I was though, because this was just another typical thing he would say- it was cutesy just like his personality. I was finding I was really liking him.

    He was originally from America, somewhere up north and cold, but his father’s company had moved all over the world until landing in the UK. He’d lived in London for the last two years and found it more appealing to his personality than Guam or Sydney.

     His peaches and cream complexion blushed at the mention of Sydney, to which I continuously buggered him about until he began his descriptive narration of his too-embarrassing-to-repeat story that involved an old lady, a cart, and an altercation with a fish.

    “We were only there for a few weeks, but I’d certainly made an impression.” He’d said through a mouthful of penne. Forking my own pasta into my mouth, I’d replied with a little interesting story involving Liam and I in Amsterdam.

    We’d stayed at the restaurant until well into the night, just talking and ordering more desserts and coffee. The waitstaff were actually starting to get annoyed with our presence.

    It was a fairly nice restaurant, a little italian place pocketed between two department stores in the middle of the city. The interior was dimly lit for a romantic mood, and even though I’d thought it was cheesy at first, the light that hit off Thomas’ face just right to show his skin glowing made me appreciate whoever had the idea.

    It wasn’t very crowded and was even a little empty for a Friday. There were two tables set up in the back room I’d requested, the manager had been willing to even close for the night to keep away the paps; I would definitely have to thank Ed for his recommendation.

    The food itself was the normal italian, which Thomas said was his favorite, and proceeded to talk about the different styles of pasta and we sparked a talk about if it really mattered what the shape of the pasta was when it came to the taste, texture, or quality of just plain pasta. Our conclusion: no fucking clue- we’d changed the topic.

    By the time our conversation started to die out, I noticed that a waitress leaning against the doorway had been glaring at us for what seemed like quite a while. She probably had other plans for the night, and probably wanted us to clear out so she could close.

    “C’mon,” I’d stated, standing up and grabbing my coat from the back of my chair. He looked at me curiously before getting up himself and following me out into the cold night.

    “Where are we going?” He asked, and I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the right, smiling back at him.

    “You’ll see.”

    I took him to a small park with a gazebo and a water fountain. Protruding a blanket from behind a tree (which I’d payed some thirteen year old boy with bad acne in a 1D shirt to stash there) I shook it out in the middle of the park where the view of the sky would be amazing. This was the best place in the city to look at stars at this time of night.

    Sitting down on the blanket and looking up at Thomas, I patted the blanket beside me in a ‘get-over-here’ gesture. Once he’d settled in beside me, I took his hand in mine again and sank onto my back to look up at the night sky.