
Lost in the Wind
Chapter 2
"This is Natalie, she will be your server for today. Enjoy your meal!", Marie said as I walked to the door. To my surprise Harry was not alone but with four other bous that looked around his age. I grabbed 5 menus and ushered them to a table in the back, " Can I get you anything to drink?" They all just wanted water. I quickly went to the back to pour five waters. I stole a glance at Harry. It was weird staring at my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and my first love and realizing that he must think I'm dead. I watched him laugh at something The blond boy next to him said. I remember that laugh, that smile, it felt like it was only yesterday that Harry and I had been a couple. Snap out of it Natalie! I mentally chastised myself. Eliza was in love with Harry and Eliza is gone. Natalie has no idea who this boy is and certainly does not remember him. "Here's your waters. Have you decided on what you would like for lunch?", i asked placing a water in front of each boy. "Yes, I'll have the caesar salad.", Harry said. I nodded scribling his order on my pad of paper. Phew... he has no Idea who I really am. The other bous ordered sandwichs. "I'll be back in 20 minutes with your food.", I said walking away. Marie was busy with customers so I was Alone in the back waiting for those boys' food to come out . I busied myself by cleaning a
a table that was a few tables away from Harry and his friends. "Harry just ask her out!", the one with the buzz cut said. "But she probably doesnt even like me! I mean we just met!!!", Harry replied running his hands through his curls. "But you 'harry styles' no way shes gonna say no to you.", the one with the quiff replied. Harry rolled his eyes, "Shes's not english guys. She's french and she hasn't asked us for an autograph or picture yet." "Still I bet she's just shy, she probably is just waitijg for you to say something first.", the one with the light brown hair said. Ouch, that hurt. I know Harry and I aren't together anymore but we never really broke up. I kind of just disappeared one day. That was three years ago though, him talking about another girl still hurt. "Natalie!", Simon the chef called, "Foods ready!" I walked iver to the kitchen and picked up the salads and sandwichs. When I arrived at Harry's table, the talking stopped. Awkward much? "Here is your food. I hope you enjoy. Now is there anything else I can get you?", I asked setting their food down In front of them. I was about to turn around when a voice stopped me, " Actually yes umm I'm not sure how to say This but I was wondering if maybe you'd want to go out to dinner with me tonight like on a date?", Harry asked. I froze. Shock coursed through my body. Did he just ask me out? I was at a loss for words. Realizing they were waiting for an answered I quickly decided to play dumb, "I, I, I, .... I speak little english. I do not understand." I hoped Harry would Say nevermind or pretend to have said something else but no instead he pulls out his phone. "Harry what are you doing?", asked the buzz cut one. " Google translate. Duh.", he replied. I inwardly groaned. "Aha here we go", he said looking up at me And then back down at his phone, "Est-ce que tu veux diner avec moi ce soir?" "Qui.", I replied. He started talking about plans and all that with a big smile on his face. I on The other hand was only half listening, why did i do that?!?!?!? "Natalie?", Harry's voice snapped me out of my daze, "can i have your number?", he asked still smiling A big goofy grin. I knew i should say no, turn around run and start over again in some where like Italy , but I found myself saying yes and giving him my number. Soon after that they left the cafe. The rest of the day wore on me dreadung the impending date with Harry. What had I gotten myself into?
a table that was a few tables away from Harry and his friends. "Harry just ask her out!", the one with the buzz cut said. "But she probably doesnt even like me! I mean we just met!!!", Harry replied running his hands through his curls. "But you 'harry styles' no way shes gonna say no to you.", the one with the quiff replied. Harry rolled his eyes, "Shes's not english guys. She's french and she hasn't asked us for an autograph or picture yet." "Still I bet she's just shy, she probably is just waitijg for you to say something first.", the one with the light brown hair said. Ouch, that hurt. I know Harry and I aren't together anymore but we never really broke up. I kind of just disappeared one day. That was three years ago though, him talking about another girl still hurt. "Natalie!", Simon the chef called, "Foods ready!" I walked iver to the kitchen and picked up the salads and sandwichs. When I arrived at Harry's table, the talking stopped. Awkward much? "Here is your food. I hope you enjoy. Now is there anything else I can get you?", I asked setting their food down In front of them. I was about to turn around when a voice stopped me, " Actually yes umm I'm not sure how to say This but I was wondering if maybe you'd want to go out to dinner with me tonight like on a date?", Harry asked. I froze. Shock coursed through my body. Did he just ask me out? I was at a loss for words. Realizing they were waiting for an answered I quickly decided to play dumb, "I, I, I, .... I speak little english. I do not understand." I hoped Harry would Say nevermind or pretend to have said something else but no instead he pulls out his phone. "Harry what are you doing?", asked the buzz cut one. " Google translate. Duh.", he replied. I inwardly groaned. "Aha here we go", he said looking up at me And then back down at his phone, "Est-ce que tu veux diner avec moi ce soir?" "Qui.", I replied. He started talking about plans and all that with a big smile on his face. I on The other hand was only half listening, why did i do that?!?!?!? "Natalie?", Harry's voice snapped me out of my daze, "can i have your number?", he asked still smiling A big goofy grin. I knew i should say no, turn around run and start over again in some where like Italy , but I found myself saying yes and giving him my number. Soon after that they left the cafe. The rest of the day wore on me dreadung the impending date with Harry. What had I gotten myself into?
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