Piper

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"Hello!" I say, cheerfully, hoping they won't change their minds on eating here. "Hi." The curly haired boy says. "For 5?" I ask, grabbing 5 menus. "El and Perrie are coming, right?" The curly haired boy asks. "Yeah." The boy with dark hair says. 

"Seven." The curly one says. I grab two more menus and tell them to follow me. I lead them to a table by the window and smile. 

"I'll be right back o take your order." I say as they sit down. I walk toward the back and look over to 'my table' . I turn and sit in my seat. I stare across the table where my father once sat. I remember his laugh, he used to laugh at everything I said, because I have never been very funny, but I've always tried. The tears sing my eyes as I remember staring out the window and counting the cars. 

'Twenty Seven, Twenty Nine' I counted "What? You skipped 28!' My father exclaimed as the pretty red haired waitress sets out chocolate milkshakes on the table. When she walks away I lean into my dad. 'When I get older, I wanna be pretty like her!' I beam. 'You'll be even prettier'

My dad died when I was 12, it was right after May was born, I was heartbroken, I wouldn't talk for weeks, I locked myself in my bedroom and cried. I obviously had to get over that, but I'm still not completely healed. 

I run my fingers along the carving underneath the table and smile. I had carved 'Dad + Piper' on my side with the pencil I always had tucked in my hair. I look down at my sneakers. The lace on my right foot has a red ladybug pin with gold, heart shaped spots and diamonds for eyes. My dad bought it for me for my 8th birthday, it's always been my good luck charm. 

I look over to where our customers are sitting and two girls are sitting with them. They are all talking and laughing, but the curly haired boy's eyes are on me. I stand up from my chair and push it in. I walk over to their table and plaster a smile on my face. 

"Are ou ready to order, or would you like to start with drinks?" I ask. They look at eachother and ask quiet questions before the blonde boy speaks up. 

"We'll start with drinks" He says. I nod and wait for the drink orders. I quickly jot them down on a piece of paper and smile hen walk  back to pour the drinks. 

 I place them on an old tin tray and walk back to the table. I lean over and place all of the glasses on the table. 

"Thank you." The blonde boy says as I place his glass infront of him. "Your welcome." I smile. I give the curly haired boy a glass of Coke and tuck the tray under my arm. 

"Ready to order I ask?" They order their meals and I walk back to give the sheet of paper to our chef. He nods and I turn to go sit back down at my table. 

I walk by their table and someone taps my shoulder. I turn around and the curly haired boy smiles. "Where's the loo?" He asks. "Oh, follow me." I smile. He stands up and I lead him back behind the kitchen. 

"What's your name?" He asks, hopping up to walk beside me. "Piper, what's yours?" I smile. I look up to him and realize how tall he is. My eyes don't quite reach his shoulder. 

"Harry." He says. I nod and coninue to walk. "How old are you?" He asks. "Nineteen." I state. "You?" I ask. "19." He says. I nod and stand infront of the door which reads 'MEN'.

"Here we are." I smile. "Thanks." He says and pushes the door open. I begin to walk away but his hand grasps my wrist. 

"Piper?" He asks. I turn around with questioning eyes. "Yes?" I ask. "I only asked where the bathroom was as an excuse to talk to you." He says. I look to the floor as my cheeks get hot. 

"That's the nicest thing I've been told in years." I say, mainly to myself. he places his large fingers under my chin and lifts it so that I'm looking into his eyes. 

"Can I get your number?" He hesitantly asks. "I- uh, I don't-" I start. "It's fine if you don't want to give it to me, I as just-" He sighs. "No, no, I would but I don't have a phone." I chuckle. His expression is priceless.

"Don't have a phone?" He questions. "Uh, my mum doesn't have much money, and neither do I, all of the money I make goes toward groceries and clothes for my little sister." I shrug. 

"Oh" He says. "Well, would you like to go on a date with me?" He scratches the back of his neck. I feel the addreneline in my body rise. "Seriously?" My voice sounds surprised. He nods. "Of course!" I exclaim. 

"Great, Wednesday?" He asks, I nod. "Alright, what's your address?" He asks. I write my address on a slip of paper and hand it to him. 

He smiles. "I'll pick you up at 6"