SPACES [Editing]

Chances

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Songs of the chapter
- Perfect by One Direction
- Run away with me by Carly Rae Jepsen
- A Day With You by Will Gittens

Louis Tomlinson

"Let me guess: Vanilla milkshake?" Harry asked after correctly guessing my pizza order.

"Okay, it's either you're a psychic or we just happened to have too much pizza and milkshakes and I just don't remember." I told him, because there's now way he only guessed that I wanted vanilla milkshake.

"It's the first one, actually." He replied with a laugh.

"So what's it gonna be?" The lady in the counter asked impatiently, like she's just waiting for us to finish our banter.

"One large vanilla milkshake please. And one...?" I tried guessing his order.

"Do you happen to have kale smoothies?" He asked in a throaty manner.

Kale?! Really?

The lady didn't reply-- she looked so done with this. Harry figured they didn't have what he wanted.

"Oookay, one double chocolate milkshake it is, then." He said before paying for the food.

"I owe you a meal." I told him as we walked towards a clean table. The place isn't exactly empty, but I guess we were looking for a nice spot. I always knew this restaurant existed since it's a bit famous but it's far so I've never gotten to see it.

"Nah, it's okay." He said, putting his wallet back in his pocket.

"Thanks, then." I told him, knowing he's actually a rich person. That's the only thing I know about him. "So, Harry. Tell me about yourself since I know nothing about you."

"Well, you already know I'm a psychic, so..."

"No, seriously. I only know that your name's Harry Styles, you're rich, you have really nice cars and a weird sense of fashion." I told him a little too bluntly.

"Weird?" He scowled jokingly.

"You know what I mean," I tried to take the offense back. "Expensive. Risky. Not-usual."

"My mum loved dressing me up when I was a kid and my sister's a high fashion model. I just like looking nice, presentable. Just living up to the last name, I guess."

"Styles. Are you in any way related to Des Styles?" I asked, not knowing who Des Styles was. I mean, I don't remember who he was, but he's probably a famous person. Which is probably why Harry's family's loaded.

"He's my dad, yeah. I mean, my mum's his second wife. Wait, how come you remember my father and not me?" He questioned.

"I don't know, really. I don't even remember why I know him." (AN: LOUIS NEVER MET DES STYLES-- He's only met Anne and Gemma and Harry's step-brother who's a total dick)

"Strange." He said, with a curious look on his face.

"So you have a sister," I asked him again. "What else?"

"I used to be a baker. I mean, not professionally, but I used to bake." He was proud.

"And so the cupcakes." I told him, remembering how much I loved them when I first tasted them at Liam's apartment.