Pride {l.s.}

44- Cheyenne

The Story So Far:

Eleanor set Louis's room on fire. He is fine and has almost fully recovered from minor injuries. Louis has been commissioned by an anonymous man to make a lot of paintings. Harry and Louis are officially, but Harry is patiently waiting for Louis to be ready to come out to his friends. Niall invited Harry and Louis over for his restaurant for lunch, and he decides to introduce them to his chef.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

A cute girl follows Niall out from the kitchen. Her long brown hair is up in a bun. Her chefs hat is in her hand, and a frown rests on her lips as she glares at the back of Niall's head.

"What do you mean it's dry!?" Cheyenne yells after Niall. Niall has a look of amusement on his face as he turns to face his employee.

"It's just a little dry," Niall says innocently. "That's all I'm saying."

Cheyenne lets out a huff before he looks over Niall's shoulder to see Harry and I sitting at the table. Her eyes brighten a little bit, and she walks right past Niall. She stands above Harry and I and offers her hand to shake.

"Cheyenne. I'm the head chef here," she introduces herself politely. She has a bright smile on her face. Obviously Niall's comment didn't get her too far down.

"I'm Harry, and this is Louis. We're friends of Niall," Harry says with a smile as he shakes her hand. I politely follow and shake her hand too. It's a soft, small hand that feels delicate and small in mine. Her small figure contradicts her large personality.

"He must be hard to be friends with," Cheyenne comments with a laugh as she looks over at Niall standing next to her. He rolls his eyes.

"Oh, he's the worst," I reply with a smirk. "Did you know that he once took a cat to his classes in college one day? He found a stray on the street and decided to take it to class."

"Now that's just adorable," Cheyenne replies. She looks back over towards Niall, and I'm starting to recognize that look. It's the look I give Harry when I'm appreciating who he is as a person. Maybe the dynamic between Cheyenne and Niall is a little bit different than from what I thought.

"He was a stray! He needed a home and some food," Niall defends himself, but I see him looking at Cheyenne out of the corner of his eye.

"Well no matter what happened, your friends are hungry. Are you guys up for tasting some dishes? I'm just finalizing the menu," Cheyenne says with a smile.

"That sounds amazing," Harry relies happily. Cheyenne quickly nods her head and leaves us. Niall takes a seat, and Harry and I both give him a look.

"What?" Niall asks with a confused expression on his face.

"You like her," Harry says with a giggle as he holds out the last syllable like a kid in preschool.

I roll my eyes. "What my boyfriend is trying to say is that you two would be cute together."

I sit back and only see wide eyes from Niall. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion at his look. I look over at Harry, and he shrugs his shoulders. Neither of us know what is going on.

"Y-you just called Harry your boyfriend," Niall blurts out excitedly. He looks like a puppy who has taken a shot of straight up caffeine.

My eyes open wide as I stutter over my words. "I-I just called him that because he's like a boy, and he's my friend. Therefore, he is a boy friend."

Niall deflates and nods his head in understanding. Harry's hand slips back into mine under the table. I look over at him with an apologetic look. I wish that I could tell them, but I feel like I need more time.

"Here we have-" Cheyenne announces as she walks out until she sees sad Niall. "Wait, what's wrong with him?"

"His ship just sunk," Harry replies with a small smile. "It's nothing. So what will we be having today?"

Cheyenne is an amazing cook. She brings out dishes that were all filling and flavorful. If I could, I would eat her food forever (don't tell Harry I said that). Harry plays with his food a bit; whenever he does that, all I can see if that look he gave his own body when he stared in the mirror last night. After I threaten to do airplane with him like mothers do with their children, he finally starts eating. After a couple minutes, Harry seems to forgive himself as he enjoys the food.

Niall blushes every time we bring up Cheyenne. He gets all nervous and smiley whenever she comes out for our opinions or to bring out a sample of another piece of food. Whenever she is not around, Harry and I continue to poke fun at Niall's little crush. He's worked so hard to get this restaurant running. He deserves to have a little fun now.

"I would go a little lighter on the thyme and a little bit more rosemary. It was absolutely perfect otherwise. He wasn't too dry or anything. I loved it," Harry says to Cheyenne about the chicken. She takes in every word of constructive criticism in stride as one cook talks to another. Cheyenne turns to me for my opinion.

"Yes. Good. Love chicken," I blurt out. I earn a couple laughs. My description is not as vivid or uplifting as Harry's, but I'm not too picky with my food.

"That's good to hear. I'll be adding this one to the menu for sure then, and I'll mess around with the herbs and spices a bit more," Cheyenne replies with a smile.

"I'll be sure to order this for my Thanksgiving dinner," Harry brings up as he takes a sip of his water.

"You two are coming for Thanksgiving?" Cheyenne asks with excitement in her eyes. "It's just that I've never been a head chef, and it's opening night! I'm so scared, and-"

"You will do wonderful," Niall finishes her thought. "You are amazing, and there is no one better than you. I would not have hired if I didn't believe that you could do this."

"Thanks, boss," Cheyenne replies with a soft red color in her cheeks. The compliment from Niall seems like it means a lot to her.

"Please don't call me boss," Niall says with a laugh. "Makes me feel old."

"I can never imagine you old. You'll never act your age," Cheyenne replies before she heads back into the kitchen to bring out some dessert.

"I like her," I tell Niall with a smile once Cheyenne is out of earshot. "You should invite her over for dinner sometime. She can see how Harry the pro cooks."

"Wait, like, for you to hit on her?" Niall asks innocently.

"No, you idiot. It's for you to hit on her. You like her; she likes you. What are you waiting for?"

"Yeah. What are you waiting for?" Harry repeats after me, but he's not looking at Niall. He is looking at me.

A/N

The name for Cheyenne came from themorethelarrier who was one of my first readers. I asked her the longest time ago, and I have put it to use. I doubt she remembers me asking lol sorry.

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