Never Say No (One Direction)

Chapter 4

“Are you serious?! No way! Like right by the toilets! Oh my God I’m going!! Yeah! Of course! Bye!!” Emily was squealing down the phone to someone who I couldn’t care less about. All I want to do is eat my meal in peace; this sheperds pie was the most delicious thing I have ever had! “Mum! I’m going to the toilet!” She shot up knocking the table slightly causing my drink to fall onto my lap. Great.

“Emily! For Gods sake!” I exclaimed as the liquid quickly began to seep through my shorts onto my skin.

“Oh, Ronnie, dear! Use my napkin!” My Grandad thrust his napkin onto my lap looking around frantically for another. I caught sight of Ben at the back of the restaurant; maybe I could ask him for help... any excuse to talk to him again.

“Emily, where do you think you’re going? Sit down now!  And apologise to your sister!” My Dad yelled at her.

“But I really need to pee!” she wailed whilst glancing at the back of the restaurant again. My dad just glared at her until she took a seat again, whipping out her phone.

“Er- I’m just going to ask, Ben for more napkins. I’ll be back in a sec!” I stood up hesitantly waiting for my Dad to object but no such thing came, my mother did however suggest I go to the bathroom and use  the hand dryers – since when did they ever work? Whilst my Grandad gave me a knowing look before giving me a wink, I chuckled as I made my way to him, I hope I don’t interrupt anything he was currently in an animated chat with a load of the female workers so I stood back waiting for him to finish.

He sighed before turning round and noticing me, his expression flickered from shock to hurt in a second, had I done something wrong? Maybe I shouldn’t have came up. “I knew you were a fan.”

“Huh?” I stared at him like he had lost the plot, was he famous? I’m so confused.

“You know One Direction. I knew you were here for them.”

“Ben, I have no idea what you’re on about! I just need your help...”

It was his turned to look confused and his eyes flickered behind me before he smiled “Oh, sorry... how can help you?”  What on Earth is up with everyone lately?!

“Well um my sister knocked my drink down me so I was just going to ask for some more napkins.” I motioned down to my sodden shorts, looking back up at him sheepishly. I could hear whispers behind me and I suddenly became paranoid that it was teenage girls judging me. Yeah I know it sounds dramatic but even the possibility instantly makes me insecure. Ben eyes flickered behind me before he smiled kindly at me.

“Of course! Come with me!” He motioned for me to follow and obliged without a second glance back. We made our way to the waiter’s entrance to the kitchen. Someone burst through the doors somehow carrying five plates, I quickly stood back making sure not to knock them as they carried on down through the restaurant – one job I never want is to be a waiter. Ben handed me some napkins any I thanked him as I tried to dry my lap as quickly as possible. “Maybe you’ll be better of using the dryer in the staff toilets.”

“Um no don’t worry about it, thanks for helping.”

“Service please!” The chef yelled after ringing a bell.

“Ronnie, honestly it’s not a problem! The toilets are right there, I need to take this order. I’ll check on you in a sec!”

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I left the toilets to find a large commotion happening between the staff and some customers, so I held back slightly periodically pushing past waiters timidly; trying to get away from the top of the restaurant and back to my family. 

“Excuse me.” I asked a man, his back was towards me a mess of brown curls surrounded his head and he was a good head taller. I tapped his shoulder “Um excuse me!” I said again a bit louder this time causing him to turn around.

You have got to be kidding me.

His green eyes widened mirroring my own as we stared at each other in shock. “You shouldn’t be up here.” His husky voice stated.

“Toilet.” I blurted anxiously, no I wasn’t a fan but he was a very attractive boy. He snorted amused at my answer a small smile gracing his pink lips.

“ Haha what?” he asked chuckling.

“I er I was in the toilet. I’m mean – um- what’s going on?” My god I need to get it together.

“Oh,” he faced dropped, “So you’re not here for us?”

“Us?”

“Do you know who I am?” He asked an obnoxious smirk on his face.

“Yes, Harry Styles right? My sister is obsessed with your band.” I stated crossing my arms across my chest.

“What’s with the tone of voice?” He asked a little offended.

“Well you’re not exactly a band are you? None of you play instruments; you’re more of a boy group.” Harry looked at me completely gobsmacked. I guess he’s not used to girls not falling at his feet.

“Actually Niall and Liam play guitar.” He quickly replied.

“Alright, well that’s nice.” I said sarcastically “well I really need to be going.” I pointed to an opening which had just arose to the right of my peripheral vision.  “So, bye superstar!” I made a move to leave but was pulled back as someone grabbed my upper arm.

“Oh no I don’t think so! You know we’re here now, who’s to say you won’t going running to more press?” He asked accusingly as I pulled my arm back.

“Why would I do that? What’s the point? It’ll only cause hassle for me and I would actually like to enjoy my holiday.”

“Either way, babe, you’re staying here-” I went to interrupt him but he carried on “-at least until this mess calms down.” He tried to reason.

“Well what do you suggest then pretty boy? I just chill up here whilst my family wonder where the hell I’ve gone? Genius.” The sarcasm was just pouring out of me; he frowned at the pretty boy comment but nonetheless resumed a nonchalant expression before replying.

“Just sit down. It won’t take long.” He instructed, who the hell does he think he is?

“Who the hell-“

“Everything ok here?” Zayn interrupted me, great another one. I turned to glare at him before the breath caught in my throat at his appearance, damn he was hot. His chocolate brown eyes were scanning my body obviously unfazed at the fact he was openly checking me out although I was one to talk I took in his whole body impressed by his fashion choices and the fantasies of what could be underneath all the clothing. “Well hi!”

“Hey...” I smirked although my heart was beating so hard in my chest I thought it was going to break through.  Now that would be interesting.

“So what’s your name?” Zayn asked, Harry cocked his head in my direction at the realisation that he hadn’t even bothered to ask.

“What’s yours?”  I shot back trying not to laugh, Zayn looked taken aback.

“What?! You don’t know?” He asked shocked, Harry rolled his eyes before slapping his back.

“She’s having you on, Zayn.” Zayn looked lost before a smile broke out onto his face.

“Oh ha ha... Knew it was too good to be true!” I looked at him confused.

“Yeah well, it’s been lovely chatting... but I better be going...so...”I swiftly turned and made my way through a couple more waiters.

“Wait! Hey, come back!” I heard Harry yell after me. I turned to wave goodbye at an annoyed Harry Styles and a rather amused Zayn Malik.

“Bye pretty boys!” 

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A/N: I'm sorry this is so shit, I hope it'll get better! :P xx