Scarred (Incomplete)

Chapter 46:

The moment I stepped into the restaraunt, I imediatly regretted it. There was a cold breeze and I could nearly feel the tension arising. "You ok?" Emma asked me.

I shook it off and nodded. "Fine."

That was until I realised who Emma was on the date with. "Ellie?"

"Harry?"

"Ellie?"

"Harry?"

"Ellie?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked Harry.

"What are you doing here?"

"Dont you had a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Dont you have a Niall?"

Pure hurt hit me, and my eyes swelled up with tears, but I didn't quite let them escape. I cleared my throat. "Who am I going on this date wi-" I paused when the familiar guy walked over.

"Remember me?" Danny chuckled as he came over.

"Yes, who wouldn't," I said, rousing my eyebrows. I could remember the flashing lights, him and... Ohh sweet heavens no. Was that Harry that was pole dancing me too? I remember there was 2 guys... And then one of them went over to Emma...

Maybe it was Harry that went over to Emma which means... "You were the girl inbetween me and Danny that night!" Harry inturrupted my thoughts.

I bit my lip. So that was him... "Danny and I," I corrected and changed the subject. "Shall we?"

I motioned to the table and Danny nodded, pulling my chair out like a gentleman. I'm sure it wasn't half as awkward for Emerson. She was in the middle of a conversation with her friend and a guy she was dating about how he pole dancing on her like she was a freaking stripper.

But then again, glancing over at her, she didn't look like she was paying any attention what-so-ever. Silence filled the table while the clatters of forks spread through out the rest of the restaraunt, while we wait without even any drinks.

Chatter filled the tables beside us, and all a really payed attention to was the fan on the ceiling. It spun. Over and over... And over and over. It didn't stop.

The more I thought about it, the colder I grew. "You ok?" Danny glanced towards me and realised my nose was twitching from how cold I was.

I nodded, not wanting him to get too romantic and give me his jacket. Although it was a warm night, I was shivering. The flower-pots danced in the glow of the moon light.

My hair brushed against the side of my head, as little peices fell from the bun. My hands craned out and felt warm. I wished the warmth would spread to the rest of my body. But it was as if it was held captive in the skin of my hands.

The more I thought about it, the more impatient I got to have this night be finished and go home and cuddle in front of the toasty, warm fire. Next thing I knew, the waitress was coming over to take out orders.

She had a black apron on, with a notebook and a few pencils in the little slots. She also had a bun in her hair with 3 more pencils stuck through it. Her hands gracefully met the pad of paper and pencil as she spoke softly, "Would you like to take your orders?"

"Yes, can I please have a beer."

"Would that be light or regular?" She asked.

"Regular," Harry decided.

She didn't do anything else, but scribble something down and turn to Emma. "Shardenà for me please," She smiled.

"Ok," She once again wrote it down and turned to Danny. "And for you, sir?"

"I'll take a regular beer also."

"Okaaaaay," She said it as she wrote, then turned to me.

I didn't know what to do. I had never ordered from a restaraunt before. "Ohh me?"

She nodded. "Mhm."

"Ohh umm..... Water, please."

"Ok so nothing for you," She said. "Will that be-"

"No I told you, I want water," I repeated.

"Yes well you already have water."

"Right, but I still want water. . ."

"But you already have it, so you can't order it." She told me.

"Geez. Why does your restaraunt have to be so confusing?" I groaned and slunched back in my chair.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "So two regulars beers and a shardenà?" She asked, making sure she had it right.

"And! Dont forget my water!" I told her.

"How many times do I have to tell you th-" Her boss came over and she quickly lightened up. "And a water for you."

I smuggly grinned. "Yes."

Harry rolled his eyes and looked back at his menu. "That will be all for now." He said.

Once she left I quickly leaned over the table. "I'm gonna get spit in my food, aren't I?" I asked quickly.

"Ohh just wait. They can do ALOT worse than that. Trust me, I'm a waitress... I understand," Emma giggled.

"Good luck," Danny patted me on the back and Harry just rolled his eyes.

"You guys better hope she forgets to cover and the 'sneeze' ends up on all of our foods," Harry said, making us all chuckle. We finally sounded like a friend group. Not that silent table where you wonder why they are even there if they cant even have fun and socialize.

"I remember when I did that to a customer. The guy told me he ordered a Frapachino, not a regular. We went on for maybe... 15 or 20 minutes arguing about whether or not he ordered a regular. Finally I caved and just decided I might as well give up, I mean this guy was giving up for nothing. 2 days later he comes in and goes 'One regular coffee to go' and I say 'No Frapachino?' And he says 'I hate Frapachinos' and I go, 'Well thats not how it went down on Tuesday.' And hes like 'ohh no, that wasn't me. That was a different guy.' And lets just say... Nasty words were said and there was not only coffee in his to-go mug." Everyone laughed at Emma's story.

"Well... Lets all learn a lesson from this, don't get Emma mad before she goes and makes you coffee," I giggled.

Everyone laughed a little harder from my comment. The rest of the night flew by fast, which now kind of upsetted me. That was some of the most fun I've had in a while. I found myself giggling as Danny, Harry, Emma and I walked through a dark ally.

It was a short cut to our apartment, and they both insisted on taking us home. Danny had his hand around my waist, while Harry piggy-backed Emerson down the block. I'm surprised he hadn't dropped her yet. I mean he has been carrying her for like a whole hour now!

Too soon, we showed up to the apartment giggling and huffing from the cold air. "Well I had a great time tonight. We should do it again some time!" I said.

Everyone nodded too. "We should. I'll call you," Danny nodded.

"And I'll call you," Harry poked Emerson's nose and she giggled.

"Not if I call you first." She flirted.

Harry chuckled. "Goodnight, Emma." He kissed her cheek and walked her to the steps.

Danny did the same to me saying, "Goodnight, Ellie."

"G'night, Daniel." I giggled.

"Hey!" He said in a warning voice. "Don't use my real name on me, mom."

I giggled even more. I think we were all slap-happy tonight. "Alright, sorry Dad."

"Ohh so we're using full names, huh?" Emerson smirked. "Goodnight, Harold."

"Hey don't you dare-"

"Call meh!" She giggled as she slammed the door.

I opened the mail slot a little and peeked through. The boys were laughing and shaking their heads as they walked away. "Night guys!" I called after them.

They turned around and waved. "Night!"