International Love. ✈ z.h.

twelve ~ ❝jealousy.❞ ✈

Liam

Zayn wasn't going to be around for another few hours since he'd gotten here, probably off talking to Niall about how he felt. I decided to go back to the diner when I'd first found out about all of this mess, seating myself in the almost empty place save for an old couple near the back that were sharing a milkshake.

Seeing the couple together made my heart clench, memories of Danielle and I making me furrow my brows. I really did care for her; it was just sad that she couldn't accept me for the person that I always had been. I just didn't have the chance to come to terms with it myself, which is why I had put it off for so long. I looked over the menu to find a snack and looked up once more to ask for a waiter or waitress, my eyes going wide when I eyed one of the employees standing at the main register.

His frosty blue eyes are what first caught my attention, brown hair swept up and away from his forehead as he looked between a sort of notebook with logs written in it back to the register. His high cheekbones and tattoos that peaked out from his work shirt were enough to heighten my curiosity, and when he turned towards my direction to talk to one of the waitresses, I'd never been so shook in my entire life.

I would recognize those eyes anywhere; the same eyes that had stolen my first kiss. Well, with a boy anyway. I rushed and grabbed the menu and hid my face from him, feeling panic set in as I felt somebody slide into the seat across from me. I looked up to see the waitress he was talking to, long hair placed into a ponytail as she sent me a curious look.

"Are you okay? You don't seem to be comfortable." Her name tag read Lily, her calm demeanor some what helpful as I cleared my throat and looked back to the register to see that he was gone.

"I just; one of the employees here is somebody that I know. I haven't seen them in a long time, and I don't know if I want to."

"Do you mean Louis?" I choked on my own saliva, wondering how she was able to guess that fast as she gave me a small smile and shrugged.

"It was pretty obvious with the way that you hid your face as soon as you saw him. Don't worry Liam, I'm sure whatever has happened between you two hasn't been that bad." You have no idea I thought, watching as she sighed and stood up from where she just sat. I was about to ask how she knew my name but I remembered; I was almost as famous as Zayn.

"Either way you'll have to talk to him regardless; because this is his table."

"Wait, what?" She didn't say another word other than sending me a smile, going over to take over the register while another pair of feet made their way over to me. I looked and saw a pair of black vans, my eyes leading up to his face as he rummaged through his apron to find his notepad.

"Hi, welcome to Tracy's. My name is Louis and I'll be your waiter for today, now what can I get you?" He said this all while looking down, letting out a small hiss of victory as he tugged out his notepad and pen. He was still as cute as I'd remembered him to be the day that we'd kissed. That was the thing though; did he remember the kiss at all? Remember me?

"H-Hi, I'll just take a c-coffee for now please, thanks." I cursed myself for stuttering, watching as he gave me a small smile and a nod before walking off towards the kitchen to get my coffee. I groaned, laying my head on the table as I thought of the many different ways I could just off myself right then and there.

Better than embarrassing myself in front of the guy that I hadn't seen in years.

I ran a hand through my hair just as he was walking back, mug of coffee sending a stream of steam into the air while he placed down creamer and sugar packets.

"Just let me know when you're ready to order, okay?" I couldn't even look him in the eye as I nodded, and I couldn't help but notice his smile falter as he gave one more nod before walking away. Was he upset that I hadn't acknowledged him? As he walked away I turned to look at him, furrowing my brows when I saw Niall's other friend walk in; the tall one with curls piled on top of his head.