Any Other Way // h.s

Craig's

I walk into Craig's at exactly 6:59pm which wasn't on purpose. I actually thought I would be late today because of the traffic at this time but today was my lucky day. I know Harry told me to meet him 7pm, but I guess I could be a minute early.

I roll my luggage to the front desk of the restaurant as my bag was also hanging over left arm, which has Harry's journal sticking out a bit. I kind of look stupid, actually I look really stupid.

The waiter smiled, "Hello, welcome to Craig's, table for 1?" You could hear his European accent through his American accent. I shake my head. " U-uh, Table for 2."

"Okay, uh.." He shuffles through the menus and takes a short glimpse at me and gives me a nod, taking two menus from the desk cabinet below him.

"This way please miss." He says as I follow him to a table, you could hear that he's Irish from the way he says way.

As we finally get to the table, which is more like a booth without having to sit up high. The seats are pretty much leather and the seats wrap around the actual table, for more privacy. The whole restaurant table setting is this way. I watch as he sets the menus and I sit down, moving the luggage under the table.

"Hello miss, I'm Grant and today I will be your server. If you need me, just call me."

I nod and thank him, he leaves.

I sigh and pull my bag to my lap, finding my phone and snapping an Instagram photo, captioning Craig's.

I look to the time and it's 7:09.

And he told me not to be late? He's the one needing to follow his own word.

I wait for a few more minutes, which turned to me waiting for half an hour, already ordering a water and an appetizer.

It's 7:33. I sigh. He's late. Great how he told me to get here early. Is this how celebrities are these days? I raise my hand asking for the bill of the food. Grant walks over, handing me the receipt.

"Excuse me Grant?" "Yeah?" He looks at me.

"U-uh, if a guy with a tall figure with brown hair, green eyes and the first name with an H gets here, could you tell him that maybe next time he shouldn't say things that he would never do?" I hand him the bill, with my credit card. Grant squints his eyes, as if he's confused by my question and gives me a nod.

As I wait for him to hand back my credit card, I grab the journal from my bag.

I open the page where it's bookmarked by a pencil. I'm still wondering who he wrote Happily about and who inspired him to write it.

Grant hands me back the bill and I get my credit card back to my wallet and stand up.

I pull my luggage towards the door of the restaurant. I try and put the pencil back into it's place but someone crashes onto me and we both lose our balance and almost fall, the journal and pen falling. Are you serious right now?

"Oh I'm sorry-" I reach towards the journal and the guy does the exact same thing and he takes one side and I take the other.

I look up to him only for about a second. I let go of the journal when I try and stand up from this incident. I still don't understand why I wore these pointed heels, I'm already 5'8.

I hold onto the front desk, which gladly no one was there to watch this and when I finally stand up and regain my balance. I take the luggage, about to open the door to leave.

"Excuse me. Before you go-" he says, a pretty deep British voice says.

I turn around from opening the door to face him.

"Hi, I don't believe we met the right way.. I'm Harry. And you're Kathryn, right?"

Author's Note:

Hii, I hope you like this chapter! What do you think will happen next? I also do not own that picture. I give credits to the owner of that photo.
xoxo El