ITS PROCLIVITY WEDNESDAY

YAYYYYYYYYYYYY

but how do you guys like the new cover? because I'm seriously in love. I wanna know what you guys think though so please comment. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo kisses and love

ah yes, Ryan Reynolds. my first ever man crush. also the person who i vision David but when Ryan was like in his twenties (not saying he doesn't look hot as a 38 year old bc he still hot af) but that's just me. anywho, enjoy.

niall p.o.v

"Wait a second, your dream boy is Harry?" David gasp subtly after putting the pieces together.

We had walked to the bar and Harry wasn't there, so, I had to finally tell David about the person who I had uncertain feelings for by asking if he has any other jobs.

"Yes? Is, is that bad?" I scratch my forearms as I look up at David.

But he simply just laughs, like, bending over almost falling down laughs.

"W-whats, what's so funny, funny, funny?" He's starting to scare me, he just keeps laughing.

"Harry is gay, he's-he's," he wipes non-existent tears from under his eyes, "one time we got blasted and he told me he was gay. 'A girl at my work flirts with me and sometimes I just wanna shout honey, I'm gay.' I quote," David laughs even harder than he did before.

Is he serious or is he joking? If he's joking it's not funny. If he isn't joking then I might have a heart attack from hope.

"A-Are you, you serious?" I want to get his attention but I don't want to touch him. He looks down at me and nods, finally done his laughing riot.

"Completely." David has a smug smile, almost shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you have a crush on Harry. I thought nobody would like him if I'm being honest."

I tilted my head in confusion. "What do you mean, mean, mean?"

"Sure, he has the looks and girls swoon over him, I've seen it, but since he's gay, he doesn't really go for it. I honestly think he's still a virgin. I asked about it and he got pissed at me, immediately saying he wasn't gay. And he's a little off standish." David leads me out of the bar and we begin walking in a new direction.

"But, but, when I spilled, spilled coffee on him, he was, was...nice?" I scratch my forearms as I look up at David.

The curly headed boy stared down at me with a small smile, almost looking innocent. His smile is so beautiful, even with the piercing through it.

"I swear, it's alright. A cycle through the washing machine and it will be as good as new." The curly headed boy said, wiping at the stain with his fingers. Why can't every person be like this?

"Nice? Why are you questioning him being nice?" David furrows his eyebrows, pulling me around a corner.

"Well, he, he was until I, I, I said take off your shirt, take off your-"

"You asked him to take off his shirt," there he goes again with the laughing, "why would you ask him that?"

"The stain, stain, was bothering, bothering me." I shrug, "is that bad? Should I have not said that?" I scratch at my forearms before David holds my wrist so I can't scratch.

"When you ask a stranger to take off his shirt, yes, that's bad,"

"Oh," was all I said before David pulls me into a restaurant, walking up to a girl behind a podium.

"Hi, how many seats?" The blonde girl ask, her straight hair up in a high ponytail.

"Two, please," David ask smoothly, the girl nodding and leading us to a small table. We sit across from each other.

"The waiter will be here soon," she smiles widely, starting to walk when David calls her back. She turns around, her eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"Could I ask for a request for a waiter?" She nods confusingly, "my friend works here, Harry, do you think he could wait us, please?"

"Wait-"

"Uh, sure, no problem," she walks back into the kitchen before David could thank her.

"Harry works, works here?" I scratch at my forarms again, now that I have discovered something for him, I'm becoming nervous about seeing him again.

"Great, isn't it?" David smiles brightly at me, looking up shortly after and waving his hand.

There, Harry emerges from the kitchen door, walking over to us. He wears a tight black shirt with an aporon wrapped around his waist and his hair pulled up out of his face. His tattoos are fully shown and I swear he polished his lip and eyebrow ring. Oh dear, oh dear. I instantly feel my face gain heat as I look down at my lap.

"Oh, hey, Harry, I didn't expect you to be here, what a surprise," David mockingly says, looking down at me with his mouth agape, "isn't this a wonderful surprise, Niall?"

I look up at David with my lips parted, then at Harry, seeing his eyes are already staring at me. I feebly answer with a 'yes'.

"I'm not here to joke, David, I'm here to work-" Harry sighs as he gets interrupted.

"And Niall and I are here to eat, right Niall?" David lightly punches my shoulder, I guess suggesting I should say something, but, I don't want to stutter, Harry doesn't like me stuttering.

"Yeah," yeah, yeah, I repeat in my head, looking up at Harry, almost in approval.

He raises his eyebrows, I hope that means good things.

"Anyways, what do you want to drink?" Harry looks down at his notepad, clicking his pen.

"I'll have a Coke,"

I swallow hard before answering, "water, please," water, please, water, please.

"I'll be back in a minute," Harry mumbles before walking back into the kitchen.

I rest my head on the table, sighing to myself.

"Smooth," David leans back against the chair, crossing his feet.

"What do, what do I say, say, say?" I scratch at my forearms, looking up at David.

"First, stop scratching, I can see red marks from here," I look down at my arm and see marks too, "second, just be cool. Calm down, take a deep breath, and may be flirt."

"How, how do I...flirt?" I scratch at me forearms again, David reaching over and slapping my hands.

"With a girl, I would say 'babe' and such but I honestly have no idea how to do it with a guy. Just giggle at funny things he says, and may be compliment him," David shrugs, looking down at his fingernails.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry walk out of the kitchen with our drinks. He stops at our table and sets my water and Davids Coke down.

"Thanks, babe," I say softly, smiling up at Harry.

Harry drops his pen on the floor and looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. I can hear David slapping something and his hysterical laughter.

"What the-?" Harry says breathlessly, a dash of light pink tinting his cheeks.

"Your shirt looks nice today," your shirt looks nice today, your shirt looks nice today, your shirt looks nice today. I laugh nervously as I can feel my face burn.

"Niall," David bends over and laughs, "Niall, calm down."

"I-uh-um-t-thanks?" Harry clears his throat, avoiding eye contact with me as he looks over at David, "c-can I, uh, get your o-orders now."

"I'll give you my order, if you give me your number," I smoothly say before repeating I'll give you my order, if you give me your number, I'll give you my order, if you give me your number, order, number in my head.

David raises up his hand, tears in his eyes, "give me a high-five, brother," I immediately smack his hand with mine before rubbing my palm against my sweats.

Harry nervously shifts, picking up his pen and looking down at his notepad.

"That was just-" David sighs dramatically, wiping underneath his eyes, "that was awesome but I'll have the hamburger with fries."

I put my face in between my hands, wanting to disappear from the world right now.

"Niall will have the same as me." David clears his throat.

I don't look up at Harry when he leaves although I don't hear him leave anyways.

"Shoo, get our orders,"

"R-right," He stutters, quickly dashing off into the kitchen.

I hear slow clapping in front of me, "wow, that was positively the best moment in my life yet, now, I'm not sure if he was turned on or uncomfortable," David laughs and takes a sip of his Coke whilst I just sit here completely stunned at myself. How did I even pull that off?

"I-I-I-," I shake my head, looking up and thinking I should just give up on talking for the rest of the day.

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harry p.o.v

I don't know how I should feel about this.

I got to hand it to the boy, that was pretty bold. Even I wouldn't speak like that.

"Table seven's order is ready, Harry!" I hear Hayden call from the back. I turn around, seeing Brittany holding the tables order.

"I thought I would get it for you," she says, batting her eye lashes, handing the plate over to me whilst trying to push her chest together.

I roll my eyes for the hundreth time today, "thanks," I shortly reply, quickly walking out of the kitchen and to Niall and David's table.

I keep my eyes down as I place their plates down, David subtly wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Hey, Harry, I think Niall's drink needs refilling," I glare at David before looking at Niall, his eyes already watching me but swiftly looks away when I make eye-contact. He picks up his water glass, handing it to me. Our fingers touched for a brief second before I grab the glass and take it out of his hand.

I can hear Davids giggle as I walk past, a minor blush upon my cheeks.

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As I just sit down, wanting to take a break, someone shouts for me. I groan and stand back up, walking towards the exit of the kitchen. When I get closer, I see David standing outside.

"What are you-"

"Give the boy a chance, will ya?" He gives my shoulder a pat before walking out and joining Niall in the cold

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a.n

this was properly my favorite chapter to write so far.

bUT GUYS TODAY I RIPPED MY PANTS

RIPPED

MY PANTS

I was stretching in theatre bc we were talking about it and I decided to try and bring my feet towards myself in my skinny jeans AND THEY RIPPED RIGHT IN THE CENTER, do you know how embarrassing that is, to rip your pants while in a circle with other people and just suddenly hear that obnoxious RIIIIIIIIPP. I had to call my mom and dads work like 20 times and then my dad came to pick me up. im home and now mentally preparing myself for tomorrow.

anywho, hope your guys day wasn't as bad as mine

stay fabulous, my friends. xxx