8 Years Later... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

Author's note:

Just don't forget to play the music guys :) 

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Chapter 5: What the hell? 

"So, what do you want?" Harry asked.

"Uh, I want 2 beefy nacho grillers, a steak quesadilla, a Baja blast for my drink, and-"

"You sure you can eat all that?" he interrupted, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Don't underestimate me." I scoffed. He leaned back with his hands up in defense. 

"And a… I'll have those Cinnabon delight things off that dessert menu."

"Damn." he laughed. "I'll have what she's having." 

"Sure you can eat all that?!" I joked, giving him a 'take that, bitch' look. He rolled his eyes.

"Will that be all for you today?" asked the cashier.

"Erm, yes."

"Okay, you're total will be $21.38 at the first window."

"Bloody hell, I thought this place was supposed to be cheap." Harry complained, pulling up to the pay window.

"We ordered a lot!" I argued. "Thank you for paying for me by the way." I said smiling and batting my eyelashes.

"Yeah, yeah, it won't matter once we win X Factor." Harry grinned.

"So, how many weeks have you been on?" 

"Errm, well we were supposed to preform for Simon and the other judges but then Louis got stung by a sea urchin and had to go to the hospital."

"So have you even preformed yet?" 

"Yeah, we did! We made it through, but we just had to go back to the hospital for Louis follow-up appointment. You know, we weren't there the first time he had to go so we just wanted to be there for him, you know? He's our best mate." 

"That's so sweet… but speaking of best mates, aren't the guys going to be wondering where you are?"

"Shit." he immediately replied, pulling out his phone. "5 missed calls, 3 unread messages. Great." 

"You're phone was on silent?!"

"W-We were… in a hospital-"

"Oh my god! Just because you're in a hospital doesn't mean you aren't allowed to have your phone make noise." 

"They've gotta be pissed. I'll call Louis." he said. I heard ringing on his phone and then heard muffled voices yelling, my ears could only make out a few words: where… tell... go… shit… kill. 

Well that didn't sound good. 

After the shouting died down, there was a silence until Harry calmly said, "Hey, Lou…" Ha. trying to charm his way out of trouble, cute.

"Yeah, I know I'm sorry! I just wanted to get Addy out of there." he said, looking at me. "Uh… Taco Bell." He said, nervously. The voice on the phone started yelling again, I could make out the words: fucking kidding… bell… fuck… now. 

Again, didn't sound too good.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Okay, we're on our way… Bye." Harry said, hanging up the phone, frustrated. 

"Alright, 2 steak quesadillas, 4 beefy nacho grillers, and 2 Cinnabon delights?" asked the cashier, holding out a plastic bag filled with our food.

"Yeah, that's right." Harry said, politely taking the bag.

"That'll be $21.38 please." 

"Just a minute." Harry said, fumbling through his wallet.