Upsets and Downfalls Larry AU

Chapter 1

The customers are the same as always. Some are nice while others are astonishingly harsh. Its not like its my fault that the cook didnt sear their steaks correctly, or their food was too cold. Dont yell at me for it. I am just the waiter, no connection to the cooking process. Trust me, if they ate my food they would never come back here again. But, despite all the stridulous words and jarring looks, my day here is pleasant.

I deliver food, exchange a kind word to a customer, ask if they want anything else, and then leave politely after saying a philanthropic 'Have a nice day'. I cant exactly complain too much for the reason that my pay is rather nice. On top of that, a few celebrities come in and have a nice meal, and it is a prodigious honor to be able to shake their hands.

Its getting late now, just around 9:30. Im situated in a stool by the open bar, as there are no customers to minister to. There are a few couples here and there just chatting and smiling. The lighting gives off this romantic appeal to the old place. This restaurant was established a few years ago on the grounds that every customer will feel at home. Our modo is 'Our home, is Your home.' The ambiance is actually the most famous feature of this place other than our infamous Gnocchi Di Semolino.

I notice a man, a few years older than me, lounging in his seat as his foot drifts up the ladies leg whom sits in front of him. She is wearing a daring red dress with cutouts on the side and black stilettos. She looks so familiar but I cant seem to place my finger on who she might be. I'm too far from the couple to see any facial features or hear their voices. All I can see is the mans hand on hers over the table as she leans dangerously low so her cleavage is almost hanging out over the top of her dress.

I hear a mans voice clearing and I turn to see whom it belongs to. My friend Niall. "You recognize him?" He points to the man I was just eyeing and I shake my head no.

"Cant see 'em well enough. Who is he? You have his table right?" I ask curiously as I fiddle with the thick ties on my service apron.

I place one arm on the bar and rest my head in my hand as i wait patiently for Niall's answer. He leans in closely so all i see are his eyes. "Louis."

I stiffen and sit up straight as I stare directly into nialls scrupulous eyes. "No way." I glance back at the man and then to Niall again. "You mean Tommo? Our, Tommo?" Niall nods his head. "He remember you?"

Niall barked out a loud laugh. "Yeah right! He doesnt remember the little people like us. Probably due to his drinking problem. Had 6 glasses since he got here." Niall grabs a glass thats on the bar and begins to clean it with a rag. He gestures to the girl. "Thats the girlfriend that he seems to be madly in love with accept for the fact she hates him."

"Hates him? How do you know that?" I stand interested in finding out more but in dire need of the restroom.

"I dont. I can feel it. You know, my Horan 6th since!" He cackles at his own joke as I shake my head vigorously and head to the mens room.

I open the door and see that there is no one in here. Good. I hate peeing where everyone else can see. It makes me feel violated. I walk over to the urinal and unzip my pants. I relieve myself and pull the zipper back up quickly. I go to the sink to wash my hands and notice a poster to the side of it. Since when did we promote bands?

The titled said Louis Tomlinson Live. It was scheduled for tomorrow. Here. I guess he can talk anyone into doing whatever he wants now. Eight oclock. I have to be here to see it. To see him.

The door clicks open and Niall struts up to me. "Dude. You alright?" I guess i looked pretty messed up just sitting there looking at a poster of my ex-best friend. I just nod to him and continue to wash my hands and then dry them once finished. "You still like him."