Everything Goes Dark a Larry Stylinson Fanfic
Harry traced the watermarks on the old table with his finger. He noticed Niall preforming a similar task, running his fingers along the cracks in the faded leather. Harry loved this booth, it was familiar, it was his second home. Well maybe his fifth after Niall's, Zayn's and Liam's houses. They'd been coming here since they were 13, except in Harry's case 12. 6 years now, it really didn't feel like that long. Liam's dad bought it cheap from a guy he knew. He revamped it, replaced some furniture, created a menu and opened this place up. Everyone that came here fell in love with it on the first time.
"I'm stuffed." Zayn said closing his eyes and patting his stomach. Harry chuckled at his friend. Niall let out a moan before collapsing sideways and resting is head on the padded bench. Nick, Liam's dad, walked up to their booth, leaning on the table.
"How did you boys like it? I used a different recipe tonight."
"It was amaaaaaazing." Zayn said, opening his eyes slightly to look at Nick.
"Glad you enjoyed it. Soon I'll be getting hundreds of new customers when they find out that One Direction eats here!" Nick clapped and the boys smiled. "One day you guys should be my live entertainment. Speaking of which, what do you think of the music tonight. They're two of my regulars." Harry hadn't even noticed the entertainment. He turned towards the small stage at the front of the crowded restaurant. He couldn't see properly but it looked like a girl in a short, long sleeved red dress and a young man in eye-catching, tight red pants sitting on a stool playing the guitar. Her voice was high pitched but had a husky quality to it. He struggled to hear the words over the dinner chatter but tried his best.
He climbed into the belly of the great white bear
It's very sticky and it smells a little fishy
But no one will look for him there
He took a moment to pick his thoughts and make them clear
Oh, what a day it's been
Oh, what a terrible state he's in
Harry found himself lost in her voice. The young man cleared his throat for the next verse
Her eyes are wired, there's a hat over her thick black hair
They're racing through the snow
Their sweaty hands keep slipping
But they're almost there
Her father's shotgun ringing out now through the cold night air
Oh, what a fix they're in
Oh, what a terrible sin
They boys voice sent shivers up his spine. He was spellbound