Damaged Goods. (A Harry Styles Fanic)

Chapter Thrity

“This place looks good” Harry commented, as they wandered down a small cobbled street, not too far from their hotel. He inhaled the savoury scent of cooking food, his nostrils flaring and mouth watering as a reflex. It was a small restaurant, rather quiet since it was mid morning but both of them were pretty hungry. Especially after their heated rendevous in the hotel room, leaving Lola wide eyed and tingly from what she’d experienced. She felt like after that he was going to be very unpredictable on this trip, which left her feeling scared, vigilant and excited at the same time.

“Do you actually wanna eat, cause we can just grab snacks from somewh-“

“No, if we have proper food now then we won’t need any more for the rest of the day. And we can save money for later or whatever, if we’re still walking or are getting another train. Besides I can smell rice so I have to go in here now”

“Okay, weirdo”

A short waiter waltzed over with a welcoming smile, taking out a menu and leading Lola and Harry his way. “Table for two?”

“Yeah, please” Harry replied with a weak cough. They followed him to a small table beside the window of the elegant yet cosy cafe. Lola quietly thanked the waiter as he pulled out a chair for her

“A drink for you Madam?”

“Erm…i’m alright, thanks” Lola said, glancing at Harry anxiously as she was worried they might be left short for money if they wasted it. Lola didn’t know how much Harry had bought with him, because she knew he wouldn’t tell her. She bought a few feeble notes and coins she’d saved over the past few months, but it was only really enough to cover her train fare home.

It was safe to say she was relying on her hopes that her Dad would be welcoming and helpful towards his daughter. Not necessarily giving her money, but lending a hand after she spent some time with him. Lola had it kind of planned out in her head how this was going to go, although she knew it wasn’t wise to get her hopes up when it could all go wrong.

Harry was also uncomfortable with Lola’s optimism, as he doubted the outcome would be as perfect as she was hoping for.

Lola felt Harry pause for a moment and glare at her before licking his lips and clearing his throat “No can we have a jug of water, ice too please?” Harry asked, the waiter nodding and noting it down “Thank you”

Lola waited until the man had walked off before she shared her concerns. She leant forwards over the small table and spoke low to Harry

“Harry we really shouldn’t waste money, let’s just eat something cheap yeah and save money for emergency”

“Stop worrying about money alright? You’re gonna need water, unless you wanna shrivel up into a raisin before you meet your Dad”

“No thanks” Lola laughed weakly, playing with the cream coloured napkin

The waiter returned with a large jug of cold water with ice cubes and lemon slices. He effortlessly prepared the tables with cutlery and drinks before dropping a rose into a glass inbetween Harry and Lola. He gave an encouraging smile to the pair, mistaking them for a couple

Lola crinkled her eyebrow in confusion before laughing slightly “I think he thinks we’re on a date”

“He can think again” Harry snorted, raising the glass of water to his mouth. Lola tried to draw her eyes away from his throat muscles contracting as the water passed through them. He exhaled contently after a downing most of the liquid and placed the glass down on the table, his bubblegum pink tongue quickly swiping across his lower lip. Lola crossed her leg over the other as she rememebered the feel of his soft tongue meshing with hers, or feel his plump lips pressing into her body. It had only been yesterday but she was already starting to crave his attention again.