Sex, Drugs, and One Direction 2

Netflix

Sam POV

We pulled up to some hole in the wall Japanese sushi place. Harry opened my door for me and I hopped out following close behind him as we went into the small venue. We were seated and handed large menu’s that were perfectly laminated.

“So, you must come here often with the way you talked about it on the way.” He set his menu down as the waitress walked up.

“What can I get for you tonight Mr. Styles?” Her black hair was neatly put in a bun and all her attention was all on him.

“My usual and the sample plate for my…friend.” He smiled before handing her the menus.

“To drink?” She asked taking them from him.

“A beer for me.” He grinned as they both turned to me.

“Uh I’ll have a water.” She smiled and walked away leaving us to talk.

“I guess you could say I’m a usual customer.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes as the waitress brought our drinks. I sipped lightly on my water as harry tossed his beer back. “You do know you drove here right?” He smiled at me.

“Yes, Sam, I do know.”  It didn’t take long for our food to be brought out. Our plates were full of colorful veggies and raw fish wrapped up with seaweed and rice.

Harry had already dug into his. I picked up the chop sticks and held them like the wrapper had suggested. I slowly picked a random pick up dipping it in soy sauce. I let the mixed flavors settle in my mouth for a second.

It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. I smiled in satisfaction and Harry seemed pleased by my reaction to the sushi.

“So why did you want to take me out to dinner?” I asked sipping more on my water.

“I finished my recording session and I saw Zayn was up next on the schedule sheet. I figured you didn’t want to sit at his apartment which was most likely lacking food and you’d be stuck with Netflix”

How’d he know? Had he been to Zayn’s before and saw his lack of food? I just smiled and we finished our sushi. When the bill was paid we walked back to the car. Paparazzi stood outside taking pictures of Harry and I.

The kept shouting his name and mine asking about dinner. He held the door open for me and I hopped in. I lifted my hood up over my head trying to block out the blinding flashes. I don’t see how he could see to get out of the lot.

He started the car up and slowly drove out. They had to get managers to come out and move them from out of our way. When they were out of the way he sped off. I took my hood off once we were in the clear and arrived to a stop light.

“Some are following us.” He said in a low voice. I turned back to see a dark blue van with a guy holding a camera out the passenger side window. I laughed as we turned into Zayn’s Apartment lot. We were only gone an hour and I noticed Zayn’s car wasn’t in the private lot.

“I don’t have a key.” I spoke pulling out my phone. Maybe if I call him he will be done or let me know when he is done.

The phone rang 5 times and I hung up. I went to hit redial before Harry closed my phone out to the main screen. “You can sit at mine for now.” He started the car back up and headed to his house in primrose.

He opened the gate and drove right in shutting the car off. I got out myself and followed him to a side door. He put in a pass code and the door opened. We walked in and I took in the area. His was modern like Zayns had art covering the walls.