Better Safe Than Sorry

Chapter Six: A Depressing Encounter

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I could only shake my head as I watched Niall run into the restaurant in excitment and Harry pull his seatbelt and swing his car door open as fast as he could.

I started to unbuckle my seatbelt and push the door to the van open, but quickly realized that I need help. Harry pulled the back of the van open, grabbed my wheelchair, unfolded it, and pushed it over to the van door that was slid open next to me.

Good thing there wasn't anybody around because I wasn't in the mood to get mobbed.

At a record pace, I was pulled out of the van and forced into the wheelchair. We shut and locked up the van before he pushed me up a handicap ramp and into Ruby Tuesdays.

A man that was leaving the building held the door for us as we pushed through, and we could hardly manage to say thank you to him.

We let out a sigh of relief when we saw Niall bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet at the front desk next to a sign that said, 'Wait here to be seated'. He looked around with wide eyes, and I could tell he was half tempted to yell for a waiter to seat us.

Harry and I went over to the Irish teen and Harry patted him on the back. "Calm down lad, it's just a restaurant."

Niall nodded quickly and took a deep breath. "Right, so how long ago was he here?"

I instantly knew whom he was talking about. "Uh, I think the last time he was in Park City, so... two months ago?"

Niall nodded again and seemed to relax a little once he realized that this place wasn't that special.

After about a minute of waiting, a waitress came over and greeted us. "Hi guys, I'm Shelly, welcome to Ruby Tuesdays. How many in your party?" I was glad she didn't seem to recognize Harry or Niall.

"Just three," Hazza answered.

The waitress wrote something down then tapped a few times on the screen in front of her. A few moments later, she picked three menus and three sets of silverwear and lead us to a table near the back. It was a table with four seats around it. As we approached she quickly pulled the closest chair out to the side and indicated with her hand for me to roll into that position.

I was still having to be pushed around because I had this annoying cast on my wrist. I'd be there for another few weeks, sadly. I also had a cast on my left knee that went down to my ankle that I'd have for a few more weeks than the cast on my wrist, and a back brace I'd need to wear for another few months.

Harry just put me by the table and I grabbed it to pull myself in closer. Harry and Niall then sat on either side of me.

We picked up the menus, and I was glad that we were sort of isolated in the back of the room, where we had a little bit of privacy just becasue of the way the table was and the room was set up.

I read through everything for a few minutes along with the British and Irish boys, occationally commenting on what sounded good.

I finally settled on a simple bowl of mac-'n'-cheese. Harry chose a cheeseburger, and Niall was still figuring out what he wanted when the waitress, Shelly, walked back over.

"You guys ready to order?" She asked.

Niall quickly skimmed over the menu again before looking to the waitress. "Yeah, I think I'm ready now... Uh, I'll have a Coke, some chicken fingers, a cheeseburger, and uh... some soup please."