Chapter 6 : Perfect Pizza

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Olivia pulls her luggage through the door. her bag falls so she tries to pick it up. suddenly Noah comes and picks it up for her.

Noah: where are you going?

Olivia: i'm leaving. 

Noah: where?

Olivia: i'm going to italy. clearly i am not wanted here

Noah: Italy? what are you even gonna do there? get pick-pocketted?

Olivia: for your information i'm going to find the perfect pizza

Olivia kisses him on the cheek then proceeds to put her bags and luggage in the trunk of a taxi. 

Noah: Olivia wait-! do you're parents know about this?

Olivia ignores him and gets in the car. he watches as they drive off. Noah rushes back into his house telling james and Liam what happened.

Liam: Italy? Pizza? are you stupid enough believe that?

Noah: she seemed really serious about it so idk...

James: what if she thinks we don't love her anymore? 

Liam: why would she think that

Noah: prolly coz we're seeing all of her bullies

They have an awkward moment of silence till James breaks the silence.

James: but if she cared she would talk to us, not take a flight to italy

Noah: suddenly i have a craving for pizza

James: Noah!

Noah: what? if we're gonna talk about pizza might as well taste it

James: *sighs*

Liam: do her parents know?

Noah: idk i asked her but she didn't answer me

In Italy

Olivia: do you speak english?

Shop Owner: qualcuno prenda questo strano ordine da parte di donne (someone take this strange ladies order)

Olivia: no english huh?

Shop owner: niente inglese, parlami italiano (no english talk to me in italian)

Olivia: *sighs*  i'll just leave then

Olivia had no luck finding the perfect pizza. Then suddenly a blue eyed italian with fluffy blonde hair who spoke in an italian accent walked up to her

???: Hello madam

Olivia: h-hello *blushes*

???: are you here for the perfect italiano pizza?

Olivia: y-yes i am

???: perfecto! my father owns a pizza shop just down the street, follow me

Olivia follows him through the crowded streets of italy. she wonders if this is just a pick pocket method, or is he really about to give her a taste of the perfect pizza

???: papà, una fetta di pizza perfetta! (father, one slice of the perfect pizza!)

Olivia's mind: i wanna stay in Italy forever, i never wanna leave.  wanna stay in Italy forever, i never wanna leave. wanna stay in Italy forever, i never wanna-

???: *hands plate over to Olivia*

Olivia: f-for me?

???: yes, take take...come sit

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