Two Months With Him [COMPLETED]

Part Twenty Three

Louis' POV:

He has brought me to McDonalds the nerve of this boy.

"Are you coming?" Harry yells when he's almost to the front door and I'm still sitting in the car.

I get out of the car and walk up to where he is.

"Try not to look so gloom sunshine." He says while giving me a big smile. He's enjoying my disgust I can see.

We walk inside and stand in line.

What am I even going to get? Everything here is so greasy. And the smell alone is dreadful.

Harry steps up to order his food first and I listen to see what he gets.

"Uh I'll get the chicken nugget meal with a coke to drink." That sounds doable.

"And what kind of sauce would you like, sir?" The waitress asks.

"Honey mustard please."

Well that sounds good.

"Can I serve the next guest in line please?" I step up.

"Hi, I would like the same thing that he just got please."

"Alright your food should be out in a few minutes." She hands me my receipt and I look around for Harry.

He's sitting in a booth off to the side of the restaurant. I'm thankful for where we are sitting so it won't be so loud.

When I walk up to the table Harry's already gotten us napkins and ketchup.

"You can have the ketchup I don't really like it." I tell him. Ketchup is gross and it makes the fries soggy.

"Oh okay. Well I guess I'll throw the ketchup away because I don't like it either." He laughs.

And then I laugh and then we are two idiots laughing over ketchup in McDonalds.

"Chicken nugget meal!" A man shouts from behind the counter.

"That must be mine." Harry says.

"I'll get it." I say giving him a smile.

After I walk up and get our food I take his cup and fill it with coke like he wanted. First filling it with ice and then coke.

I don't put ice in my cup because it seems unnecessary. The drink is already cold? And the ice just takes up space.

When I walk back to the table Harry's playing with a piece of straw paper.

I set the food down and Harry looks up at me.

"We got the same thing?"

"Yeah, I don't usually come here so I wasn't sure what to get and so I just got what you did." I tell him. A little embarrassed.

When I give him his nuggets and fries he's eating the fries before I can even hand him his drink.

I sit down across from him with my own food in front of me.

I'm a little hesitant but I tell myself that the grease won't kill me, it's just one meal.

"Do you always get this when you come here?" I look up at him and ask as I dip a nugget into my sauce.

"Yeah it's simple and it's good. And you can't beat this breading." He's holding up a nugget as he talks.

My face wants to smile at this idiot that only a few days ago was a stranger in my home, but I hide my smile.

The rest of the meal is quiet and we don't really talk too much.

Harry's too busy stuffing his face with food, which is another thing I can't help but be amused by.

During the meal when I look up from my food I can see Harry move his eyes away from mine. Letting it slip that he was looking at me.

When I'm stuck in my head with my thoughts. Something feels weird. It's a different kind of feeling.

I don't know if it's a feeling of comfort or a feeling of anxiety.

I'm just hoping its not the latter.

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I'm really sorry if this chapter is disappointing. I have been trying to write this all day. And I leave for college on Sunday and I haven't started packing (can you say procrastination?) so I'm stressed over that.

I wanted to post something for you all day. No promises that I'll get to post another part tonight.

I'm trying to figure the story out and I didn't want it to be long but the thoughts I have of how I want the story to be it's going to turn into a long fic, so I'll have to write it while I'm in school. Which is fine. But it's just taking me some time to figure out how I want to continue on with this story.

Thank you for reading.❤️

Megan.