Maybe We'll Make It After All {Sequel to What If? ~ Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic}

Chapter 15 - PART 1 - Superhuman

-Louis POV-

I was waiting for Roxy to show up at this spaghetti-oke restaurant. Ok, I admit I like the idea that we are going to be alone together tonight to talk things out but I just don't think that she will take it too well. She overreacts to everything I say and do, and I can't deal with that right now.

I heard a bell go off as I saw Roxy. She sat right in front of me,

"Why don't you come sit next to me?"

I patted the empty bench as she flashed me a huge grin and shook her head,

"You know how they say when someone sits next to you, they are your friends?"

I nodded,

"When someone sits in front of you, they are your enemy."

She gave me a smug look as I rolled my eyes,

"Well, you're more to me than an enemy."

I reached out to hold her hand but she shrugged it off,

"Hello!"

We both screamed as Simon sat right next to me,

"Simon, you're finally here."

I said uneasily as Roxy was trying to catch her breath.

"Yup, here is our mission for tonight. You guys are going to stay here, alone until that clock hits midnight. Now you think you can do this?"

"I don't care if I lose my job, I'm out of here

Roxy got up as a tall guy wearing all black sat her back down,

"Did I mention that there is security watching you from every angle? So don't try on leaving. See you tomorrow!"

Simon ran out the door as Roxy kept looking at the menu that was placed in front of her,

"So, what are you going to order, lovebug?"

I flirted as she looked at me like I had a ladybug on my face,

"I'm going to order the spaghetti since we are at spaghetti-oke. And you, Mr. Tomlinson?"

She asked me professionally, I am really attracted to this side of her.

"I don't want spaghetti, I want lobster."

She shot me a confused look,

"Who orders lobster?"

She questioned me,

"Who doesn't?"

I replied in a 'no-duh?' tone,

"You really have no taste in food if that's what your going to order."

"Who orders spaghetti at a place called spaghetti-oke?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes,

"I'm going to the washroom. Hey big guy."

She tapped the big body guard as he turned around,

"Escort me to the bathroom."

He took her hand and escorted her, I took out my phone and called Zayn,

"Hey mate. How's the date going."

He was laughing on the other end,

"The date so far is not going very good. We haven't even been here for ten minutes and we're already fighting about what we're going to order."

He laughed again as he replied,

"Just don't fight back with her, that what she wants right now. Don't give in to her. Prove to her that you are not that heartless bastard she thinks you are."