Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 9: #Selfie

I LITERALLY JUST HEARD THIS SONG ON PANDORA AND I'M OBSESSED WITH IT

It's a stupid song, but it's a very wonderful stupid song. And I plan to learn all the words to it. My dad is annoyed by it already.

Hope you like this chapter :)

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Another two weeks of Harry visiting Sliced every afternoon with nothing but exchanges of notes for me not wanting his extra money and simple "We just met" conversations.

It really sucks ass, because I think it just proves he is straight and I have no chance with him.

"Niall, is anyone out there?" Jay asks. I shake my head in a negative way. "Good. Put your phone in the speakers and play that song you wanted to show me." Jay smiles, pointing to the speakers. While I hurriedly find the song in my music, Jay wipes off her hands from the flour and sticky dough.

The upbeat bass and beat start until the girl's voice sounds throughout the whole small room.

I stand in front of the open doorway that goes up to the front in case someone walks in, and at the same time look at Jay and sing along with the lyrics with sassy faces and trying to sound just like the girl.

"When Jason was at the table, I kept on seeing him look at me while he was with that other girl, do you think he was just doing that to make me jealous? Because, he was totally texting me ALL NIGHT last night and I don't know if it's a booty call or not. So, like, what do you think do you think that girl is pretty? How did that girl even get in here? She's so short and that dress is so tacky, who wears cheetah? It's not even summer why does the DJ keep on playing Summertime Sadness? I have to go to the bathroom, can we go smoke a cigarette I really need one. But first, let me take a selfie."

I throw my head side to side like Josh Peck in the music video, staying in my one spot as I dance to the song with Jay clearly judging me.

"Can you guys help me pick a filter? I don't know if I should go with XXPRO or Valencia, I wanna look tan. What should me caption be I want it to be clever. How bout, livin with my bitches hashtag live? I only got ten likes in the last five minutes, do you think I should take it down? Let me take another selfie."

While dancing to the song again, only tipping my head to the beat, I notice someone else in the shop and it makes me stop, immediately unplugging my phone and putting it into the pocket of my apron. My cheeks burn as I nervously bite my lip to meet Harry at the register, grabbing his pizza on the way. He watches me with an amused look, silently laughing at me. I scrunch up my lips as I put the box on the counter, not even checking it first. "You're so entertaining when no one's looking." Harry smirks, dropping the ten bill on the counter. I put it in the register, blushing even more as I take out the change and just put it in my pocket since he'll make me take it anyways. "Umm, actually I need it this time." Even more embarrassed, I take the money out and hand it to him with an apology. "It's okay." He smiles, leaning over and sticking the money in my pocket again. He nods before exiting the shop, making me die inside and groan once he leaves.

"I hate my life." I mumble into my hands. "Ha, I totally would have made fun of you if I were him." Jay laughs from behind me. "Bugger off." I chuckle, rubbing my eyes before sitting back up to finish the song.

"Can you work the late shift for me tonight? It ends at two and I'll let you take off an hour tomorrow." Jay didn't need to bribe me, but I agree to take over for her without reasoning. It must be important, since she's never missed a day of work. "Thank you. I have to leave right now, but Story will be here soon for her shift too. I deliver at nights, so, you have to take over that. You know how to work a GPS, right?" I nod. "Good thats all you have to do. Ask Story for help if you have any questions. Thank you again, Niall." Jay leaves out the door, leaving me alone.

I've never been alone in here before.

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"Hi, uh, where's Jay?" A girl walks into the shop, in a similar white T-shirt and apron. "She had to leave, I'm filling in for her." I answer, just having put an order into the oven. My first delivery, order.

"Oh, well I'm Story." She smiles, dropping her bag into the back room. "Niall." I smile back. This girl is pretty, with long wavy brown hair, perfect smile and skin that looks like a babies: perfect and smooth. Perfect, natural teeth. You can tell if some has had braces or not.

I lick my brace covered teeth.

Basically, she is the perfect being. If I were straight, I would probably attempt to flirt, but fail.

"Where did Jay have to go?" Story asks, leaning on the counter next to me. "I don't know she didn't tell me." I shrug. "Be prepared for boredom and lots of driving. This place is most popular at nights. Sometimes a couple people come in, but mainly its delivery. We'll take turns driving, though." She smiles at me with her suggestion. It's official. She is perfect. Maybe Harry would like her if he met her. But I am most definitely not encouraging it because even if Harry is straight, I still like him.

Story, tapping the counter, pushes off of it and goes into the back. "Your pizza's done." She calls, putting the three pizza's in the box and closing it. She hands them to me and I put the coupon sticker on the front, then slipping it into the bag to keep them warm. "Want me to go with you?" Story asks. "Doesn't someone have to stay here?" I ask, holding the bag on my hand. "Like I said before, no one hardly ever comes in here at night." Story says, hopping over the counter instead of going around. Smiling, I follow her out to the delivery car that's kept in the back lot, only for deliveries.

When you get up there, just say the order and then the amount of money they owe. Usually they give the exact amount and tip, but just in case keep this with you." Story buckles a nanny pack onto my waist. Well, that just makes me look like a fool. "Don't forget your hat." Story fits the Sliced hat onto my head. I feel like a stupid fool. "Now hurry, before they don't have to pay." Story shoo's me from the car, handing me the bag when I'm on my feet.

Knocking on the front door, I bounce on my eyes in anxiety of messing this whole thing up somehow. I look back at Story and she throws up her thumb. I turn my head back around when I hear the door opening. My eyes widen when I see Liam. Or, the Liam in my dreams, the guy. He's real. He's actually living. Was it really a dream? Yes, it was. The fuck?

"U-um, uh, three Pepperoni's and cookie dough?" I ask with a nervous stutter. The guy - Liam - whatever his actual name is - nods. "Uhm, y-your total is $17.56." The guy hands me a twenty with three extra dollars, exact change, just like Story had said. "Thanks, mate." The guy smiles at me, leaning forward slightly and looking out to the car. He smiles at it, making me turn and see Story smiling back. "Have a good night." The guy backs away from the door to close it. "Thank you, y-you too." I hurry back to the car, my mind now off of the fact that the guy from my dreams are real and to what Liam had done. Does he know Story?

I look at the house as I'm taking the car off its break, seeing the windows curtain pull back and Harry peers through the window. When he see's me, he smiles and waves. HARRY LIVES HERE TOO?!

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