Iris P.O.V.

‘Thinking of something?’ Harry asked. I came back to the here and now. Zayn leaned over the table. ‘Probably thinking of me’, he said, and laughed about his own joke. I was laughing, too. Zayn was just, well, not funny, but that made him funny. The waitress arrived at our table to order or drinks. I ordered an ice-tea and Harry coca-cola. When the waitress went back to the kitchen, probably to make sure we would get our ordered drinks, everybody started chatting and laughing to each other again. Ann and Louis were sitting next to each other. I had a strong feeling I had to drop my knife on the ground, so that I could see if they were holding their hands, too. But I didn’t do it.