~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Five(:

As soon as he said it, her head popped up with a smile. But then turned into a slight frown as she looked at me, then through the book.

"Your table is ready Mr. Styles," she said as she led us to our table. Harry pulled out my chair and, like a gentleman, pushed it back up after I sat. Soft music played in the restaurant.

"This is nice," I told Harry with a smile.

"I know."

When the waiter came to our table, Harry began to order, but then stopped when he looked up at him. The boy gave him an evil smirk and went to writing. Harry continued ordering. He also ordered mine, knowing exactly what I wanted.

"I love when you do that," I whispered as I laid my hands across his. I could tell he was tense. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said quickly.

"What just happened wasn't nothing. Please Harry. No secrets."

"It's nothing. Excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay. Hurry back."

He walked away with a smile. But it slowly turned into a frown...

*Harry's P.O.V*

"What's wrong?"

Her hands were so soft. Her eyes begged for an answer.

"Nothing."

"What just happened wasn't nothing. Please Harry. No secrets."

"It's nothing," I mumbled. "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Okay. Hurry back."

I walked away slowly, a smile on my face. Until I turned the corner.... Only to find him there.

He snarled at me with an evil smirk.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped.

"What do you think?"

"Look, I just got a steady paying job. You can tell him that he'll get his money soon."

"He doesn't want it soon. He wants it today. Like it was promised."

"We used to be friends Louis."

"'Used to be' being the key term Harry."

"Don't do this."

"I have to. He pays me. Where else am I supposed to get a job?"

"A spot at Starbucks just opened up," I said with a laugh.

"Starbucks? Don't mess around," he whispered.

"Look, I miss just being able to hang out. I want you to tell him that you're not gonna do this anymore."

"After I get his money. Then, we might talk."

"Look," I said, fidgeting through my wallet, "this is all I have."

I threw a wad of hundreds at him and put my wallet back into my pocket. He picked it up and ran his hands through his hair.

"He needs 300 more."

"I'll get it. Soon."

"Soon isn't soon enough."

Then, I felt a blow to the side of my face. A punch to the gut. A stab to the side. And multiple kicks as I lay on the ground. Louis was crying. He didn't want me hurt. But he had to work for this guy. I understood. I looked up at him as the person who hit me and stabbed me walked away. He ran over and helped me up.