Once Upon A Time, A Thousand Tears Ago #Wattys2017

Chapter 25: Pizza Love

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Louis' POV:

"At least say that you hate me too." I speak frustratingly because this girl is frustrating me.

"Why should I say when I don't?" She says with a small smile and with the eyes that speak a thousand words; a thousand unspoken words, words that can kill you, words that can give you life, words that can end your sorrows, words that can give meaning to this robotic conversation, words that are life, may be.

I want her to hate me in return. I have never hated anyone in my life. I want to hate her for being the sixth member of the band but the way she is entering in the band and my life, I don't think I will ever be capable of hating her. How could she do this? She is not even trying yet she is so captivating. I was glad when she used to get intimidated by me because then she used to look anywhere but in my eyes. Now, when she doesn't get intimidated by me, she daringly looks into my eyes and her eyes; they just tear me up. I find them looking through my soul, I find them like a savior. I know I want a savior but I don't want her to be one. But then why is she appearing so skilled of throwing me away from my throne and capturing it like it was meant for her? Why I can't just simply hate her without regretting the feeling? Wait a minute! Do I regret it? Yes, I do.

The walk to the pizza parlor is quiet except for the occasional rumbling sounds that emerge from Zara's stomach. I can't stop laughing seeing her so expressive about being hungry. She is quiet too but unlike me she is not thinking about some deep stuff. May be she is just enjoying the atmosphere around. She is capable of enjoying too, whereas here I am; walking with countless thoughts that continue to battle in my mind and I am so much involved in the battling session that I can't even take pleasure in the cool wind that is blowing or the beautiful night sky that is sheltering us. But she; she can enjoy everything. I feel jealous of her.

As we move into the street where the Pizza shop is, I see that the rest of the restaurants are already closed. Thank God that the Pizza shop is open; otherwise I am sure Zara would start crying like a baby if she didn't get food now. I point towards the shop to tell her to enter in.

We enter in the Pizza parlor but I don't find a single customer over there. I head to the counter along with Zara. She is having the same thoughts, I think.

"Sorry Louis, we are closing now." Amanda, who has been working here and is in her forties, gives me an apologetic smile.

"No Amanda, you can't do this. We are really hungry. Why are you closing so soon, it's not even...."

"Because of the strike Louis, we don't wanna get in trouble."

"Please Amanda, do something, I am not going out without pizza in hand. Please." I beg her.

"Alright I think I can arrange a pizza for you." Amanda tries to think.

"Six pizzas Amanda" I say with a puppy dog face.

"No, not six. Just one. Tell me if you want it." Amanda says sternly.

"I want six. That's it." I cross my arms. Amanda always treats me like a son so I can act like one.