Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10

"I'm glad we didn't go to Nandos," Charlie commented as we ate our four star meal.

Cat and I both nodded, with mouth full and forks held high with a variety of food.

Cat swallowed and spoke. "And, this is just the appetizer! Damn. Who knew soup and bread could be so delicious?"

I agreed then pulled out my cell.

3:32

I was getting anxious, waiting till the clock struck 4:30.

I picked up a roll and dipped it in my chicken corn soup. I ate it mindlessly.

"He's like a damn robot. I just threw a roll with soup in his hair and he didn't even care to freak out on me. Something big must be on his mind."

"You did what?!", I got up and yelled at Charlie, while rummaging around in my hair.

I looked down and found the surrounding tables staring. I quieted down and flicked Charlie in the forehead. Then, I quickly trudged to the lou.

"Fucking cunt," I mumbled as I looked in the mirror, trying to fish out the now sticky bun and soup.

I grabbed some toilet paper, and went back to the sink's mirror. I wet the paper and washed out strands of my hair.

Finally, after a time consuming process, I sat on the lid of a carpeted toilet seat in distress, as my damp hair dried.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time once again. The screen glowed 3:57.

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

I was love sick. I missed Louis terribly, even though it's only been a day. I went to my gallery and looked at some cute photos I snapped of Louis.

These are the horrible times I need some silent moral support from Lou.

Before I knew it, I looked back up at the time and it was already 4:16. I was startled when the door suddenly opened.

"Harry?" I recognized the voice to be Charlie.

I put my phone away and got up, exiting the stall.

"Oh, Hare. There you are. We've been worried sick." He sounded much like a parent.

"Sorry," I simply replied. His eyebrows furrowed. "Harry, have you been crying?"

It was then I realized that my cheeks were wet and sticky, while my eyes burned.

I passed Charlie and went to the sink. The mirror revealed my red eyes. I furrowed my own eye brow and splashed my face with cold water.

"Harry, what's going on? You've been acting stranger than usual," Charlie tried to joke as I went to wipe my face with paper towel.

"I'm fine." My voice failed me, by cracking. I winced. "Harry. You are not fine. What the hell is wrong. Something is on your damn mind, that you're not telling me about. Come on. Spill," Charlie pushed. I snapped, weak and broken.

I turned to him, making him wince at my tone, and back away. "I'm fine!"

I went to the mirror and forced on a smile. "See?", I grumbled. I left the washroom and went back to our table.

I smiled at Cat as I approach. Act as normal as possible, Harry.

"Harry, there you are! That took a while." Charlie joined us, diagonal of me. He gave me a worried look, but I looked back at Cat.

"Yeah, sorry, love. Lost track of time in there." She blushed at me calling her love, and dropped the topic.

For the last fifteen minutes, they talked about God knows what, while I stared off at the red leather behind them.