OLIVIA'S POV
"Can't you knock?" Harry gasps, shielding his body like he was naked.
"Do you want the pizza or not?" he says, with a Mexican accent.
"BONJOUR!" I shout, and Harry raises an eyebrow.
"Don't be racist," he says, "He's not Jewish, he's Indian." he says like its obvious.
"You're retarded."
"Do you want the pizza or not?" the guy shouts, and I flip him off. Harry nods.
"That will be $20.26." the fat, stout pizza delivery guy spoke. He scratched his bushy black mustache.
Harry scowled and fished his wallet out of his back pocket. He tossed the money to the man and yanked the pizza box out of his grasp.
"Hey, I work for tips--" he complained, and Harry slammed the door and locked it.
"That was kind of you." I say, and Harry shrugs.
"I didn't actually give him the right amount." he said, and my eyes widened.
"Harry! You could get arrested for that!" I scold.
"Nah. Heyyyy--- we can eat the pizza now!" Harry points out, obviously trying to get my mind off of earlier.
"Fine fine, you win." I surrender, and rip open the pizza box. I slap four slices on a plate and grab half the plate of cheesy bread.
Harry makes a face of protest and shrugs. "I'm not gonna fight with you for food."
"Good, cuz I'll win anyways." I say, and he rolls his eyes.
A pounding sound alarms us both. Harry jerks his head towards the door where it was coming from.
Harry looked through the peephole and sighed in relief. He unlocked the door and opened it.
Niall.
Just kiddin it--
No it's Niall.
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Haiiiii sorry for short chapter.
Uhm yeah I'm trapped at a kids party with my brudder uh bye.
~Melea
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