Stay With Me

Chapter 3

-Harry

"Let's go in here," Niall suggested as he pulled Harry into the building that read, Panera's.

Harry didn't say anything as his friend dragged him into the warm restaurant. They were seated close to the back, which the boys actually liked. They didn't like being at the front of anything. Not even if it was for to win a million pounds. They would be to annoyed by the humid wind that would blow in everytime the front door opened, or whatever.

Sitting in their table seat, both of the boys looked out of the window. Even though it wasn't sunny out, the sun still made an appearance. Whenever it did the beams of the sun would go all over the restaurant. The little flecks of light reflected against both of the lads hair, almost making it seem lighter. The two went over the menu quickly. The lads had came here a couple weeks ago. It was just less crowded sense they had came here somewhat close to curfew hours. Once thye'd received their food, the boys automatically started to stuff their faces.

Niall, had ordered the Bacon Turkey sandwich that consisted upon. Smoked turkey breast, bacon, smoked Gouda, lettuce, tomatoes and the signature dressing, on two nice warm pieces of tomato basil bread. The lad had also ordered a nice baked potato dish.

The dish was basically Home-styled cuts of russet potato simmered with select seasonings, and smoked bacon in a rich cream sauce flavored with spring onion and snipped chives. His drink was just a simple lemonade that was filled with crunched ice. All together, Niall had somewhat of a decent meal. Of course it would be meaty, but what could he say? The lad was a natural meat eater.

Harry, was sipping on his Caramel Latte that he loved. The warmness just filled his body immediately. The nice foamed milk and caramel was enough to send little waves of hyperness down the curly lads system. Topped with whipped cream and a drizzle of caramel sauce Harry downed his drink until it was almost completely gone.

Harry's had also ordered the Asiago Roast Beef sandwich. The sub had oven-roasted beef, smoked cheddar, lettuce, tomatoes, red onions and creamy horseradish sauce. Harry really didn't care for the horseradish, so he had asked the waitress to tell the chef to not add it to his sandwich. He also ordered the New England clam chowder. The soup was filled with chopped sea clams, diced potato, celery, onion and traditional seasonings. To top it off, it was simmered in a rich, creamy broth. The boys where half way done with their meals when, Niall noticed something.

"You alright mate? You seem tiered." Niall said referring to the slight bags under Harry's dull green eyes.

"Yeah i'm just-" And that was when Harry saw him. Nope, nope, nope, nope. Nope. How had Harry not seen this little beautiful boy before? The boy was rather gangly, olive-skinned and about 17 years old judging from his face. But Harry could already see the cheekbones forming and damn were they going to get him in trouble. Also, his arms and from what he could see from his chest, had a good amount of tattoos on it. All Harry could think was, 'That's him'.

Harry's been having weird feelings lately. he's even been 'seeing' thing lately. Well only one thing really, and that was the dark haired sex God across the cafe. He mainly 'sees' him in the middle of the night. Heart racing from dreams of a troubled boys past, and some even really sweet things that were almost relationship like. Harry locked eyes with the stranger, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn't in another dream.

"Harry what are you- oooh," Niall said looking over his shoulder at the guy harry was looking at. Looking back at Harry with a scared expression Niall shook his head. "No Harry! That guy is bad news. Everyone around here thinks so as well. Don't get caught up in that," Niall warned in almost a whisper yell.

"Why?"

"Because he's bat shit crazy! He just keeps to himself, and always looks like he's gonna kill someone," Niall said in the same tone as before.

Harry simply rolled his eyes and glanced back at he stranger again. Of course he guy was already looking back at him, and Harry didn't know rather to be flattered or frightened. Harry had always prided himself on being able to keep his cool, so what if he knocked over a vase at someone's house? He knew he could sweet-talk the hostess into handing him the flowers. Until this. Whatever the heck this was.

"Don't even think about it," Niall said in his normal voice now. He didn't like how the 'psychotic' guy was looking at Harry, and he didn't like how naive his best friend was being.

"Oh shut it Ni," he huffed, too busy noting how delicately the boy was sipping at his coffee or whatever he was drinking at the moment.

"You're really gonna set out for him Haz?" Niall said disapprovingly, "He's going to fuck you up, and you're just going to let him." he said shaking his head.

"Shut up, Ni, leave me alone," he hushed again, too distracted by how the boy bit his pink lower lip in what seemed like concentration. It was then that Harry saw the name on the side of the cup, in the strangers hand, 'Zayn'.

His daydream land was soon ruined, as the mysterious lad got up and left out of the cafe. Tossing away his cup, Zayn had glanced over his shoulder one more time at Harry before walking out. Harry watched until Zayn had disappeared completely. Sighing almost dreamily, Harry went back to eating what he had left with a light smile gracing his features. Taking small spoonfuls of the chowder, Harry couldn't help but think about how perfect a name like 'Zayn' was. It was so exotic, so...sexy, so Zayn. Giggling to himself, Harry shook his head at his own silliness.

A/N: Short, but this was just like almost like a transition chapter :P