Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

T h i r t y - f i v e

The two finally arrive in Mcdonald's. Harry desperately needs help with his foot when it comes to entering the fast food chain....since in the airport, there weren't that much people who arrived and it wasn't that crowded, however in Mcdonald's, that's a whole different thing.

You can't blame people, they love eating so—the whole place is really full and...you can also feel the people invading your personal space bit by bit because of how crowded it is.

That is why Harry's really thankful for Niall's presence. He helps Harry pass through the thick crowd.

"This your fault for being way too nice to evil old ladies." Niall huffs, lifting Harry's shoulders as he carefully steps on the floor.

They make their way to a booth beside the glass windows. Harry sits as he dangles his broken foot on the other side, beside Niall.

"I'll just order for you. What do you want?" He asks.

Harry thinks, "uhm—I'll just get some 6 piece nuggets, big sized fries and uh—some cola." Niall nods and walks away.

Five minutes later, he then returns with a tray full of food. He puts it down, sliding the nuggets to Harry. "Here ya go." Harry smells the fresh chicken nuggets in the air. He misses this. "Ooo, I love this."

"I'll just go to the back for a bit. I'm gonna go shit—eugh, it hurts." Niall says bluntly. Harry's taken aback but he shouldn't be. He should be used to this by now.

Harry laughs, "yeah, yeah. Hurry up or I'll eat everything." Niall nods and rushes off to the comfort rooms, puffing out air.

Harry scans his tray and he now turns to the fries. He gets a piece and he's about to dip it into some ketchup—but there aren't any. He lifts everything around—still nothing. Harry groans. "Ahhh, crap." He tries standing up but his foot just aches even more. He moans. "Ahhhh."

Well he might just need to ask for some dip then.

He wipes his face as beads of sweat start rolling down his neck. He tries going forward but the only direction he could turn to is his back and so he does.

He moves his head so he can at least see the person behind him—he doesn't wanna look rude.

Harry does it. He's now staring directly at the person behind him. It's kind of—is creepy and strange looking if he sees him like this—Harry hopes he doesn't.

"Uhm—hello there,sir!" Harry greets, making the bloke lift his head up. He smiles, his blue eyes sparkle immediately as he spots Harry's head. Harry isn't exaggerating when he said it sparkled. It really did look like it or was he hallucinating?

"Uh—hey, what can I do for you?" His thick british accent rings through Harry's ears and it really sounds like asmr—as much as he hates to admit it. Harry should chill, this person is a proper stranger. Way to be a creep, froggo.

Harry suddenly feels shy and conscious. "Uhm—can-can I dip?"

"Whot?" He asks, his head moving forward to try hearing his voice clearly.

"Uhm—I meant, can I have some of your ketchup?" Harry asks, smiling sheepishly. The boy nods confusingly, "y-yeah? Sure?"

Harry stays there in silence, "uh—uh—should I go there or.."

The man perks up, "oh! Uh—do you need me to hand it over to ya or?" He asks, his mouth still full with food. Harry feels rude. He thinks he just interrupted the man—but he really wants a dip.

"U-uhm—can you—please?" Harry struggles, his torso is starting to get sore. He feels like he's doing crunches.

The man's little button nose twitches, "u-uh what am I gonna do?"

Harry pants, "I have a broken foot, sir."

The man nods and his eyes crinkle as he laughs. "You don't have to call me 'sir'"

Harry blushes, "o-oh sorry—I just thought I needed to be respectful to—"

"Well, well, well! I'm old now?" Harry gasps, "n-no! I didn't mean it like—"

"I'm just playing." The man smiles and stands up. "I'm gonna give this dip to ya now." He gives the dip packet to Harry. He grabs the packet and the man's hand lingers a little bit as he passes the packet to him.

Harry smiles and carefully sits back to his place. "Thank you." The man grins, fixing his fringe in the process. "No problem."

"Why the broken foot tho?" Harry ducks his head sheepishly and answers, "My foot got ran over by a car."

The man shakes his head disapprovingly, "ahh, clumsy lad.." He laughs. Harry chuckles. "Well I have to go back. My friend just went to the carpark and he'll be back in a minute." He nods. "See ya."

Harry waves and goes back to his food. He chews on his nuggets once again and he sees Niall exiting the comfort room with a relieved face. He walks towards the booth and slides in front of Harry. "Woo! Well that was a poo." Harry gags as he says the phrase as he smells a faint smell from afar. Niall sighs. "It sure is."

"So were you okay when I left you?" Niall asks as he steals a couple of fries from Harry's.

"Yeah, I met a new person today." Harry happily says, "he's behind us." Harry whispers and gestures using his head. Niall lifts his brows. "Ahah, Styles. You tryna look for a new man?" Harry glares at him.

"No way! I've got Tom and he's all I'll ever need." Harry answers back as he pouts, dipping the nugget into some barbecue sauce.

Niall rolls his eyes, "Oh shut up! Stop lying. I know he's not your type. You just like him just because your dad forced you to like him." Harry has his mouth open in shock.

"You did not just say that."

"I just did. What are you gonna do about it, Styles?" Harry growls jokingly, pinching Niall's cheeks a little bit harder than he intends to. "Fuck!" Niall holds his left cheek. "That hurt you-you—fucked up foot fuck."

Harry laughs, his dimples appearing. "That's what you get for messing with the Styles." Harry flips his hair.

Niall glances back at him, "you still didn't deny that you only like Tom because your dad forced you to." Niall raises his brows up and down in a teasing manner. "Ni! Tom is nice and I love him."

"You literally just met him last week." Niall says, huffing and putting his hand under his chin.

"Who cares? It's love." Harry looks at the ceiling and pretends to look all dazed. Niall takes a straw and hits Harry with it. "Ow! You're gonna get me more injuries, you nut."

"It's literally just a straw are you kidding me—"

"Uh—excuse me?"

Their conversation stops once a voice disrupts them. Harry's the first to look back.

"You look familiar."

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