Harry's POV
The waitress is so pretty but she looks so sad. I wonder why.
"Are you?" she asks. She's found my identity.
"Who?" I ask.
She puts her head to my ear and whispers,
"Harry Styles?"
"Um.." I look at the boys nervously. They shrug their shoulders. Thanks for the help guys. I totally can count on you. "Yeah." I whisper back. She looks like she's going to faint.
"Can I have your autograph?" she asks.
"Sure, love." I answer. I scribble my name on a piece of paper that she hands me. "There you go. Can I have my smoothie now?" I ask.
"Oh ok. I'll be right back." She says as she dashes to the kitchen. Man she is hot.
"Hey! What did you write on that paper?" Louis whispers.
"My name." Did he catch me. I hope not.
"Yeah, I know. But you wrote something extra. I saw it. Don't act like you didn't." Shoot! He did.
"Fine! I did. So what?"
"It was your number. You like the waitress don't you?"
"No!" Louis stares at me. Like mini daggers in my face. "Fine! Yes I like the waitress."
"You don't even know her name Harry!"
"No but I will find out when she hands me my smoothie."
"Here's your smoothie, Harry." She says as she hands me my smoothie.
"Wait! I need to know your name!"
"Um.. Elizabeth. But you can call me Beth." she replies caught off guard.
"I like your name."
"Um. Thanks?" Still shaken.
"Um. Harry, not trying to interrupt but we have to go." Louis interrupts. Stupid Louis.
"Uh. Ok. Well bye Beth! Nice meeting you!" I says now off guard.
"Bye. Oh. Can I have a hug before you go? Can I also have a picture?"
"Sure."
We take a picture and a hug and say our goodbyes.
She'll be in a big surprise when she finds my number right next to my signature.
