Locker 17

Chapter 99

*Harry's POV*

"So on to business, when would you like to reserve a table? What date?" He takes the pen in his hand, ready to jot down my answer.

"Tomorrow night." I'm quick to answer. My mind is made up.

"I'm sorry but we're booked. The next available table is in a week." He has to be fucking kidding me. No no no. I have this all planned out.

"There has to be a way to find a table? Money? I'll pay you extra! I need this table." I beg.

"Sorry, can't do." He says shaking his head, moving on to the next customer, calling the front desk lady.

"No! I need this table! I need this reserved!" I slam my hands against the small man's table. "I broke up with my boyfriend to fix what I've done. This is the only chance I have to start over! The only way he'll forgive me for everything. He's been looking forward to something magical in Paris and I want tomorrow to be it. This is my only shot to get him back, for him to be mine! My life depends on this because he's my life!" My cheeks are wet by the end of my rant.

This is so fucking perfect. Everything is so fucking perfect! This couldn't be going better! I'll totally get my boyfriend back now!

I think to myself.

"Is that it? You're just staying quiet?" I calmly ask the man, no answer. "I figured. Everyone here is heartless, cold, you don't give a shit. All you care about is your fucking money. Too bad you're giving up mine. Fucking asshole!" I turn my back to the man leaving him with his mouth ride open on amazement by my words.

I let my head hand down in defeat. What now?

"That's it, I lost him. This was my chance." I'm talking to myself at this point while walking to my car.

Once I get to the car, I go to open the door but a sudden shout stops me.

"Tomorrow night you said?!" I turn around to find the small man at the door waving a paper in his hand.

"Are you being serious?" I begin to walk back to the short suited man. My staggering height intimidates him, it's really a great advantage.

He leads me back to his office where he signs off the reservation, handing me a small piece a paper to hang on to until the set date.

"It's not very common for a guy like you to come crying like that to me." The old man teases. I don't blame him. A guy covered in tattoos and piercings who cries isn't something you see everyday. Little does he know he's one of the only people that have seen me cry. Louis' seen me cry a few times, my mum once and few other's but that's it. I've never really liked showing any type of emotion in front of anyone, specially crying.

"Are you done?" I hiss at the man, Mr. Bonne is his name, I think?

He stands up from his chair to shake my hand above his cherry wooden desk. I think twice about following the mannered gesture. After everything he just put me through I shouldn't even be paying as much for this shit but I guess I have to.

I shake the man's hand with a tight grip. He's tries to get a grip on my hand too but he fails.

A small smile is plastered on his face, this fucking douche should be smiling bigger after all the money I spent on this stupid shit.

It's all for Louis. I try to remind myself.

"Thanks." I thank the man and exit out of his office, onto the busy streets outside the building. The streets are crowded, filled with men in suits and ladies in dresses. From the corner of my eye I observe a couple, a man in a suit and tie trying to get at a woman in a dress, he succeeds once he begins walking with her and it hits me. That's perfect. The dinner for Louis is fancy, I figure a suit would be appropriate for it. Wouldn't it? He can't say no to a guy in a suit, can he?