My Saviour

Harry’s P.O.V
We were standing in the restaurant waiting to be seated when I saw a flash of familiar red hair. I turned to Louis and Niall who were behind me. “Does that girl over there look like Kylie to you?” I asked them. They looked and shook their heads.
“God, now you think the waitresses are her! You’re obsessed.” Liam said. They all laughed and a brunette came over to us.
“How many?”
“5.” I answered.
“What’s that waitress over there called?” I asked her. She looked at where I was looking.
“Oh, that’s Kylie.” She said. I turned to the boys.
“I knew it.” I said. The girl walked off towards Kylie and whispered something to her.
Kylie’s P.O.V
“Your number 9 is over there isn’t he?” Imogen whispered in my ear.
“Yes, now please don’t make me serve him.” I said. She laughed and walked off. I stood for a second watching Imogen before she came back to me.
“Your customers,” she winked and went to the table I had previously been serving. I walked over to Harry and his friends.
“Hi, welcome to Frankie and Benny’s (A/N: I don’t know if there actually is one around there), how many people?” I said.
“Five,” The same blonde haired boy who had my clothes this morning said. I picked up five menus.
“Just this way,” I walked towards an empty table. They followed after me and sat down as I placed their menus around the table. “What can I get you to drink?” I asked. They ordered their drinks and I was just about to walk away when I was pulled back. I turned around. “Yes?” I said in the politest possible way.
“You looked better with the love bites; they show people that you’re mine.” Harry said.
“I am not and will not ever be yours.” I pulled away from him and walked off. “I’m gonna kill you.” I whispered to Imogen as I walked past her. She smirked and continued to serve the customers. I went to the bar and got their drinks.
“Who’s the guy?” John who works at the bar in the restaurant said.
“I don’t know. Some guy.” I said rolling my eyes.
“Let me guess, slept with him?” He continued. Why does everyone think I’m such a slut?
“Okay yes, last night if you must know, but to me he’s just a customer.” I took the tray of drinks and walked back over to Harry’s table. “Are you ready to order?” I questioned. They all looked at each other.
“Yep,” The black haired one said. I looked at Harry.
“You,” He smirked. The guy next to him almost choked on his drink.
“I’m afraid I’m not on the menu, would you like some actual food?” I smirked back. They all ordered and then I went to give the chef the order. I walked back out and started to serve some other people. I went back to the kitchen because their food was ready and took it to the table.
“So I’m a 9 am I?” Harry said. I raised my eyebrows.
“What?” I said handing him his food.
“Your friend said you rated me 9/10.” Oh that’s it, Imogen is so dead.
“So you did?”
“Did I say that out loud?” I asked. They all nodded. I started to blush and walked back to the kitchen to get the rest of their meals.
“You’re welcome.” Imogen said as I walked past her. What did I expect? This is Imogen. She’s my only best friend and she loves winding me up. We’re more like sisters to be fair. I walked to the table and gave the others their meals. When they had finished I collected their plates up.
“Come back with me?” I heard Harry say.
“Get lost.”
“Why? Wouldn’t you rather come back with me than your dad?”
“Nope, I’d rather go home and be in my own bed thanks. I don’t need you so stop fucking stalking me.” I said before walking to the kitchen with their plates. I shoved them in the sink and the chef looked at me.
“Rough day?” Tom asked.
“Yep, now leave me alone.”
“Look Kylie, apart from John and Imogen, I’m the only person that likes you around here. All the other waiters and waitresses hate you. They think you’re a waste of space and a slut. I don’t think that so don’t push me away okay.” He said. I turned to him.
“Why does everyone think I’m a slut?” I asked.
“Because you have a different guy every week and you dress like one. But hey, who am I to judge? Just stay out of trouble here. This is the only bit of freedom you get.” He reminded me.
“I know. I’m grounded for a month.” I sighed.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t come home last night, I got drunk and ended up at some guy’s house. I didn’t even know his name when I woke up this morning.” I told him. He nodded and I went back out. I looked over at Harry’s table and he was staring at me. It’s freaky.
“I see what you mean about him stalking you, does he know where you live too?” Imogen said. I nodded. “Gosh, is he going to leave you alone?”
“I don’t know. I want him to. I’m grounded for a month purely because I slept with him and I don’t even remember it!” I said. She laughed and handed me their bill. I walked over and gave it to them. Harry gave me a credit card and I put it into the card machine. He typed in his pin before putting it back into his wallet.
“And I want you to have this.” He said giving me £20.
“I don’t want it, keep your money.” I gave it back.
“Consider it an apology for getting you grounded, and I promise I’ll stop stalking you.” He said. I took it and put it into the pocket of my apron, I wasn’t keeping it. If I did, Dad would think I was a prostitute. I walked over to the till and put it in.
“So?” Imogen stuck her nose in again. Normally it would annoy me but because it’s her I don’t really care.
“He said he promises to stop stalking me but he has my number…” I told her.
“How?”
“Texted himself from my phone this morning.” I replied. She gasped.
“I thought he was a player, why is he trying so hard to get you?”
“He is a player, he’s just trying to show off to his mates and it’s not working. It’s awkward because I had to retrieve my clothes from one of those boys earlier.” I said sitting down.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was my fault for getting drunk and ending up at his house.” I looked at the door which had just been opened.

Notes

Flirty Harry just got rejected.. Who walked in the door?

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