It was a Wednesday, a rainy Wednesday and I wasn't doing anything. You asked me if I wanted to do something. I was going to say no, because of the whole 'no being alone with Harry' bullshit management said. You quickly added that we should invite the boys too, I said okay to that and you called them.
We met with them at a nice restaurant. salvators, I think the name was. We got a table in the corner, I sat beside you. I was happy that I could. Management didn't say I couldn't do this, so I did it. I don't remember what I had ordered, but I remembered what you had ordered. It was the first meal I ever cooked for you, you taught me how to make it. Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of homemade mash. It brought up good memories. I kept thing of them throughout the entire time we were eating. I think the boys noticed something was up because they all asked me a few times if I was okay. I just nodded and squeaked out a small yes. I wasn't okay, I felt like I was slowly decaying inside. It hurt keeping this from you Harry. I hated every second of it, but I had to pretend nothing was wrong. I had to lie to you, and that hurt most.
You leaned over to me and whispered into my ear "yours was so much better Lou, I rather have yours." That made me smile like an idiot.
When everybody was finished we all got up to leave. Zayn pulled me aside and asked me if I was okay. I replied with a quiet 'yeah'. I don't think he believed it. He kept asking me until I replied with and honest answer. No.
He begged me to talk to him. I told him when we weren't in public and when I could think if how to explain it. I asked him not to tell the others. He hesitantly replied with an okay. Zayn warned me if I looked any sadder that he would tell somebody. I just nodded in agreement.
Later that night we sat on the cough watching a movie. I kept zoning out. I was hoping you wouldn't notice, to my dismay you did.
"Lou are you okay?" you're caring voice asked me.
"Yeah." My lying mouth responded.
