Ditto || l.p

Ch.23- big news

"No, I'm sorry, sir. You didn't make a reservation, you can't dine here today," the lady said softly, straightening up the pile of menus on her podium.

"Okay, well you should have a sign that tells me I have to make a reservation! This is bullshit!" Liam smacked the menus off the podium and they went flying everywhere. The lady gasped and covered her mouth, staring back at Liam in shock.

"Liam, what the hell?" Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him back, but Liam escaped his grasp and tried walking past the lady. Harry pulled him back once more.

I stayed quiet. I hated when people began shouting, and I hated it even more when it was angry shouting. So, without saying a word, I knelt down and recollected all of the menus while Harry attempted to control Liam.

"Sir, you need to calm down." I looked up from the scattered menus to see a male employee standing before Liam, holding his hand out in front of him.

"Fuck this restaurant and it's reservations!" Liam shouted and stormed out the front door. I carefully and slowly finished stacking the menus, then stood up, handing them over to the lady.

"I'm so sorry," Harry said quietly, placing his hand on my back. "We didn't know and I had no idea he would act like this."

"It's alright, just a misunderstanding," the employee nods his head and motions toward the door. Harry led us out and we walked to the parking lot.

Liam was sat outside the driver's side door with his head in his hands and his knees half-way to his chest. "Liam, what the fuck?" Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and paced back and forth. It wasn't hard to tell he was pissed.

"Oh, shut up! It's ridiculous. 'Reservations', fucking fancy assholes," Liam cursed and shook his head. I wanted to hug him and calm him down, but something was telling me that wasn't a good idea.

So I stayed silent and still.

"Liam, you know how restaurants like that work! Why are you getting so worked up over it?" I gripped the hem of the dress Liam picked out as their fighting got louder and I became more uncomfortable.

"We go there to pay them to give us food. Isn't that what they want? Our money? Why should I have to make a reservation to waist money on shit?" Liam shouted, looking up at Harry with anger and hatred.

"Stop fighting-"

"Because that's just how it works. Why don't you grow up so we can go home? I get it, you're forgiven, fuck your stupid joke. Let's go home," Harry shook his head and climbed into the drivers seat, slamming the door.

I quietly got into the back seat and carefully buckled the seatbelt. I was scared to say anything. They were both angry and if I said the wrong thing, one of them could hurt me. Or both.

"Ashley, are you okay?" Harry turned in his seat to inspect me. He knew how I got when people started yelling, so I assumed he was just making sure I wasn't panicking.

I nodded my head and kept my eyes glued to the window as Liam lazily got in the seat beside me. I guessed he didn't want to sit next to Harry.

"Fucking stupid," Liam muttered to himself, glaring out his own window at the restaurant as we drove off. It scared me to see him so angry and I hated not having the usual smile on his face.

This was, I realized, what Niall had meant last week. He was afraid of Liam going back to his angry self, and that's exactly what happened today.

I retrieved my mobile from my pocket and tapped Niall's name in the message app.

To Niall: Hey, remember when you told me you were worried about Liam getting bad again?

From Niall: Yeah..why?