All I Want For Christmas Is You

CAT'S POV:

"Karla?!" I screamed with a smile as I ran up to hug her. I hadn't seen her in forever!

"Hey girl, I texted you and you didn't reply.. But I on purposely got a job here at your place," she said gazing around at the country-like souvenirs around the restaurant. I nodded. "So, teach me your ways," Karla begged as I stood up to go grab her an apron. I handed it to her. "Number 1. Tie this around your waist, and make sure you have a notepad and a pen, and some straws," I instructed and Karla checked the pockets and nodded when she figured out she was all good. I turned around and saw the table of two was signaling me down. "Hold on," I told Karla as she agreed and I jogged over to the table and took up their empty plates, setting their ticket down on their table. "The hostess will be your check out. Thank you so much," I smiled as I walked away and set their empty plates in the large sink. I looked back at the table and saw they set quite a tip down. My heart leaped. I barely ever got tipped that much. "They give you money?" Karla asked gazing in the direction I was. I turned my head slowly back at Karla. "Are you kidding me?" I asked with a sigh. "Have you never been to a restaurant before? It's called a tip," I answered walking back to the table, where the lady and man had already left. I picked up the tip and counted the paper dollars. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, .... twelve dollars! That's good," I smiled, and the hostess smiled back. "They usually give good tips. Consider yourself lucky. Maybe it's your lucky day," the hostess laughed. I smiled, and tucked the dollars in my wallet in my apron pocket. "Maybe," I agreed walking back to Karla. Karla was looking at her phone. "Oh, and no phones during work unless you are on break," I giggled and grabbed her phone right out of her fingertips. "Hey!" she exclaimed trying to grab it back. I giggled and shook my head. "Nice try,".

"So how have you been?" I asked her, encouraging small talk. She shrugged. "Alright. Not best, but quite alright," she answered, twirling a strand of her bangs in her fingers. "You?" she asked. I nodded from side to side. "Same," I agreed and she giggled. There was a moment of silence. "Well, what about Niall. How's Niall?" I asked, and her face dropped. "What happened?" I asked, noting her reaction. She shrugged. "He just hasn't spoken to me in a while. He says the tour is "sick" and amazing and he hasn't made time for me or anyone at that," she stated, looking at the ground and fumbling with the edges of her hip apron. "I try not to think about it, but I thought you were mad at me too... So I haven't been my best," she finished, looking back up at me. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way... But you know my story," I said, looking at the door, waiting for someone to enter so I wouldn't have to talk anymore, but no one came in. The place was still empty. Business was rather slow today.

HARRY'S POV:

I got to the barbecue restaurant. It looks like a fixed up shack place. It was very country-like. It was very Texas-y.

I got out of the rental car and made sure the door was locked before I looked up and saw a motorbike parked near the front. I gazed around before coming into the building. I walked up the gravel parking lot to the shaded overhang in front, and I looked at the windows. I saw a lady at the front, on her phone, and I saw Karla?... And Cat talking in the back....

And then I opened the door.

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