Confusing and Wrong [ Harry Styles ]

Chapter 14

Harry drives and after about twenty minutes we arrive at a small café, when we walk in the door we are seated immediately at a booth by the window. We pretty much have the place to our selves and you could tell the waitresses are expecting a slow shift because the music is turned up and everyone who is waitressing is standing at the kitchen window talking to the guys in the kitchen.

"My name is Angela and I will be serving you today, what can I get you?" She isn't very enthusiastic and you can tell she doesn't want to be here.

After looking at the menu for a few minutes I have narrowed it down to either chicken strips or a BLT but I still can't decide.

"Ace what do you want?" Harry nudges my foot under the table hurrying my decision.

"I'll have a BLT, please." I finally answer with my choice and close the menu looking at the waitress.

"White or whole wheat bread?" She asks swinging her pen back and forth

"White bread, please."

"Toasted?"

"Yes please."

"Alright, and for you?" She asks looking at Harry. Just then I hear giggling over by the kitchen window and when I look over the two girls standing there are gawking at Harry. I should have been indifferent, especially considering or past back when he was awful to me and made my life hell. I probably shouldn't even be sitting here with him right now but he has been so nice and is trying so hard. God he is confusing! Or maybe I am the one that needs to get their shit figured out; I mean he was awful to me.

Harry still hasn't said anything and when I look up he is just sort of staring at me. There is a confused but hopeful look on his face and I have to wonder if he knows that I was secretly a little jealous when the other girls looked at him. "What?"

"Nothing, um I'll have pancakes with a side of French toast. Oh and bacon."

"What do you want to drink?" The waitress asks.

"I will have an orange juice, please."

"Coffee. Black." Harry says quickly, not caring to look up at the waitress.

"Alright, it will be done in a few minutes." She takes the menus and walks back to the kitchen window where the others are still standing.

"If my mom isn't better in a few days I am going to ask Ben to take her to the hospital to make sure that it isn't anything serious, just in case." I say, starting to worry that she might have something really wrong with her.

"You are way over reacting, its probably just a stomach bug or something like that. Stop stressing about it already. Now..how do you feel about moving in with a devilishly handsome motherfucker?"

"I wouldn't say I think that Ben is devilishly handsome but I don't mind moving in with him. I will miss my old house though, it holds some pretty good memories." It also held the memory of my dad running off with some bimbo and the day I found out that Harry's dad was the one my mom was dating. I used to come home after an awful day at school and try to purge the pain by hurting myself; overall considering the baggage that the house carries I won't be very sad to leave it behind.

"I meant me, weirdo. "

"I definitely wouldn't call you devilishly handsome."

"Ouch! I thought I was the mean one here. " Harry exclaims with his hand over his heart.

"You were wrong."

"Apparently. Well, do you want to know a secret?" He asks; he looks far too serious.