Harry's P.O.V
I walked out of the shop in a bit of a daze, unsure of whether some girl actually ran into the shelves of pasta. Or did I just imagine that? I could barely remember her name, it felt so unreal. I looked down at her number to remind me of her name. Pasta Girl. Oh real helpful, well done. But to be honest, it did make me laugh, reminding me of the awkward encounter a few seconds earlier.
I started walking back to my house, hands empty of the food I was supposed to buy for Niall. He was not going to be happy. He was staying at my house for a couple of weeks, because... well, I'm not entirely sure, just shits and giggles, knowing him!
I opened the door to my flat, I couldn't see anything. Niall had the lights off, stupid thing to do, because I never open my curtains, so there wasn't going to be any light to help me find my way to the light switch. In a matter of seconds I crash to the floor.
"What the hell? You weren't supposed to walk without saying hi." I heard Niall say. Figuring I must've tripped over him, I asked, "Mind me asking, why you were on the floor, in the dark?"
"I saw someone tweet about it, apparently it calms you down." He retorted.
"Right, well, ring up the boys, I have a funny story for you all."
I put the light on, "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FOOD?" Shit, I knew I wouldn't get away with it.
"Ermm, I thought, that we could, uhm, order pizza?" I finished quickly.
"YESSSS!"
That went better than planned. We both phoned the boys, they were on their way over. I pulled out my phone to ring up for a pizza, when Niall walked in on the phone.
"Yep, 3-extra hot deep pan pizzas with beef, pepperoni, chilli peppers, green peppers, and extra cheese, 4 of the same but without the chilli peppers, and sweetcorn instead. Then I need 2-stuff crust 4 cheese with ham on, maybe pepper on that? Uhm, no actually. Just that, and 5 sides of potato wedges, and we're gonna need 5 of each different sauce. Thanks. Yeah, oh, well, I guess so."
Right, so he was ordering pizza. And that was the bare minimum! With my phone in hand, I decided to text the Pasta Girl. I just sent the message as the rest of the boys walked in. "Hi, Pasta Girl. How is your evening in with Mr.Kyle going? Harry.x"
"Oi, oi, mate, Y'aright?" Liam came stalking towards me.
We all sat on the couch.
"So, why are we all here?" Zayn smiled, whilst looking up from his phone.
"Haz said he had a funny story for us, and we haven't seen each other personally outside of work in a while, so we ordered pizza." Niall answered triumphantly.
"Like a little catch up." I added.
"You make us sound like a bunch of girls!" Louis pouted.
"Well, with that look, anyone could be fooled, Louis!" Liam joked.
Zayn interupted "So what's the funny story Haz?"
I shook my head, still not really believing it. "Well, I met someone." I paused to look at their reactions. Priceless. Niall looked like his eyeballs were about to fall out. Liam smiled as if he knew what would come next, which confused me. Louis pretended to look hurt, muttering how he thought he was important to me. Zayn was texting away. I just waited, I knew if I carried on they'd pound me with questions, so I might as well just wait for them first.
"Where?"
"When?"
"Who?"
"Is she hot?"
