Love Me : Harry Styles

seven .

Harry's Pov .

Look at them. Smiling at each other. Ugh, it makes me fucking sick. That should be me and Camila, not Camila and Dave. Finally the elevator dings and everyone exits.

"I'll get the car." I mumble and Niall tosses the keys to me and I successfully catch them.

I start the car up and drive around to the front of the hotel so everyone can get in. 

"Alright, where to?" I ask Lou and all I hear is crickets. "Don't tell me you don't know where the restaurant is." I huff and Louis tries to look away. 

"Okay I found it. I think." Camila says and hands me her phone. 

"You think?" I arch an eyebrow and she laughs. 

"Dude just gps it." she says and fiddles with her fingers. I always loved when she did that. Noticing that I've been staring too long, I turn around and enter the address in the car gps before pulling off.

"I just hope it's not some type of fancy shit." I scrunch my nose in digust and everyone laughs. I've never liked fancy restaurants. The people there were always too snobby and rich and stuck-up. They thought they were better than everyone but they really weren't.