Chapter 3

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"Liam, for the love of God- if you don't get her number then I will"

Harry, Niall and Liam were all sat in a coffee shop. They're not stupid- they're wearing some sort of disguise. Although the hats and sunglasses tend to attract more attention to them than divert it away. Niall was currently leant over the table trying to get Liam to make a move on the girl hes been drooling over for the past ten minutes. They've both got a cup of coffee whilst Harry's sat there with his cup of hot-chocolate; so badass.

Liam looked at both of hem with a slightly pathetic and sad expression over his face, "It's not that simple" he sighed, before getting what Niall just said and glaring at him "You touch her, you die."

Niall leant back with his hands raised in self defence, Harry chuckled a bit whilst making a scan of the shop. It's not too busy, a few older couples- no-one who would particularly recognise them. Relieved, he slid his glasses off of his face and hung them on the neck of his shirt. Liam rolled his eyes at something Niall said and returned to pining over the waitress.

Deciding to help him out, Harry beckoned her over. "Umm, excuse me. Ma'am, yeah you- could you come over here for a second please?" The blonde haired girl looked slightly puzzled as she approached their table. Liam gaped at Harry in panic and kicked his shin under the table, causing Harry to flinch. Harry kicked him straight back as she arrived at their table. Liam tried to breath through it, keeping his cool. Niall simply got his phone out, seemingly uninterested in whatever was going on.

"Yes sir, can I help you?" She asked politely with a hint of nervousness. She got her notepad and pen from her pocket, ready to take our order. Harry raised a hand to gesture for her to put it away.

"Umm I'm not going to order anything at the moment. My friends and I are touring the city and my dear friend Liam" Harry gestured towards Liam who ducked his head in embarrassement. He offered her a half wave, "was just wondering if you could talk to him about some of the local sights." Harry put on his best half smile- apparently people swooned over it. She flushed a little and looked at Liam and smiled. Her emerald eyes set directly on him, silently pleading with him to look at her.

"Ofcourse, I'd be happy to help." Her confidence seemed to waver when Harry abruptly stood up and dragged Niall along with him. It effectively got Niall to look up from his current game of 'candy crush' and take in what was going on.

"Great!" Harry grinned at the waitress and Liam. "I hope you don't mind but me and my friend have to be somewhere. Well, we'll catch you later" He said, hurrying out of the coffee shop with Niall struggling to keep up. He looked over his shoulder just before they exited the shop. Liams face was flushed as the waitress announced to another worker that she's taking her break. They left once they saw her slide into the seat opposite Liam.

"Harry, that was genius. You need to get me laid my friend!" Niall boasted, slapping a hand on Harry shoulder. He chuckled and shook Niall's hand off, walking in no particular direction. He slid his sunglasses back on (just incase) and stuffed his hands in his pockets. Niall copied Harry's actions and fell into step beside him.

Harry sighed, "M'sorry, if I found a guy hot enough to set up with you- I'd steal him for myself" he cheekily grinned at him. Niall rolled his eyes and let out a slightly high pitched laugh, to his embarrassment. His cheeks flushed slightly andHarryI laughed, ruffling Niall's blonde-dyed hair. Niall glared at him.

"No you wouldn't, you'd be too busy wanking off to that YouTube guy you're obsessed over." Harry's eyes widened slightly, trying to sputter out a response. It was Niall's turn to laugh. Harry went to smack him on the back of the head, unable to come up with a comeback. Niall ducked and sprinted off in a random direction. They were in the middle of London, considering they were doing a concert here tomorrow... and the next day.

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