Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 11: Every Night

"You look good, very handsome." Mum comments while I fix my bow tie in the mirror of the the tux place. I grin at her, a very small grin, and drop my hands to my sides. "I'm really not looking forward to the shoes." I admit, looking at my feet. Those kind of shoes are always so uncomfortable. "You think I'm looking forward to heels?" Mum giggles, raising her eyebrows. "Not really." I smile, stepping down from the little viewing circle. Mum lets out a deep breath. "I don't think Lux has ever seen you in a tux." I look down at my feet and twiddle my thumbs. "Yeah." It's silent for a few seconds, but then the tailor guy comes out. "Does it fit okay? Ya feel good?" He asks, trying his best to sell it to us. "Yeah it's nice." I nod, smoothing down the front of it. "Perfect! Are we all set? Nothing else? You don't to see other ones or..." Mum and I both shake our heads, since we both don't fancy shopping for long periods of times. "No, we're good."

After buying the tux with the money we don't have, we drive to my aunts, her sisters, house to pick up the dress Mum will be borrowing for the funeral, since she can't afford a new one she doesn't own any. The drive conversation is about anything but the funeral, besides her asking about my speech. I haven't written anything yet, and I might not. I don't believe in writing down a speech so you don't forget it, I think you should speak from the heart right then and there. It's more truthful, sincere and heartfelt.

Just because Mum wants me to, I write down what I'm thinking about for the speech. Most of the things I won't say, because I'm having to think of them and I won't be reading off a paper when making the speech. So I make it well enough for Mum's standards and when I get up there, surprise for her nothing I say will be from the card I'm writing on.

Glancing up through the window walls, I see Harry walking up to the door. Right in time. I squat up from my chair and open the oven, taking the pizza out for him so we can make it a quick and easy delivery. I'm in that "fuck everyone mood don't bother me" mood. But that harsh attitude will be relinquished for Harry, since I would never be able to be a wanker towards him.

Harry's a little surprised to see me prepared for him this time, with the pizza and change already on the counter for him and myself crouched over the counter, scribbling down words about Lux.

"Hi, Niall." Harry greets, the surprised mood sounding in his voice. "Hi." I glance up at him, casually shielding my paper so he can't read it. But then I unshield it, not caring since its useless anyways. "What are you writing?" Harry asks, slipping the money onto the counter. "Its um, my speech. For the funeral." I answer, leaning over so I can put the bill in the register. "Oh, that's a pretty big speech." Harry nods. I shrug. "It'll be thrown away anyway." I hunch back over so I can continue writing. "Really? All that work just to become rubbish?" Harry asks, not sure about my decisions. "Yeah." I nod, looking up at him. "I won't be using it. I don't think people should have to think about what they're gonna say so they sound so heartbroken over the death. It just looks like they want to look good in front of so many people and thats just not for me." I sat up so I could explain my reasoning, Harry listening to every word and nodding in agreement. "That's true, but what if you get frozen or stage fright and forget to speak?" Harry asks. "There's always something to say." With a nod, and his pizza, Harry heads to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." Harry waves. I wave. "Tomorrow." I sigh, watching him walk back to his car with his pizza.

Coughing into my arm, I fold the paper and slip it into my pocket, prepared to go home until Jay asks for me to stay again. "Yeah, sure." I mix the words into my breath, setting my stuff back down and slipping off my coat. "Thank you, Niall. I'll give you a raise next time I need you to stay. Promise." I just grin a little one at her as she walks out the door. Now just about an hour or two until Story comes in too. Soon we'll have to deliver more pizza and get through more hours of boredom until we can go.

Today, Harry didn't come in. I was a little disappointed, because I was hoping he would make my day better but he hadn't even droven by. He just didn't come in. I hope I didn't scare him off with the funeral conversation...Was I still too much of a prick? Oh god I hope not.

"Jay I'm gonna go on a lunch break." I warn, slipping my coat on after taking my apron off. "Okay." She responds, restocking the shelves. I leave out the door with my keys and phone so I can go to Subway.

I sit in my car while I eat my Subway sandwich, my bag of crisps sitting on the dashboard. Greg has been texting me, since he's at our house right now for the funeral tomorrow, about the tuxes. He wants himself - if not everything - to be perfect, since he's a perfectionist. He wants to wear the right bow, right tux, right shoes, if he should bring Theo or not (his son). He just doesn't like when things go wrong or something happens that wasn't suppose to happen. Yeah, he's one of those people.

By the time I get back to Sliced, There's three cars in the parking lot. So I hurry to help Jay out just in case. But when I walk in, she's not even out in the front. Three guys are standing there, one of them having a guitar. Greeting them with a nod, I go into the back where Jay is still stoc - unless she's back here with Harry whispering, talking in hushed voices.

The first thing that comes to my mind is, "What the hell?"

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Sorry for a short and crappy chapter. It's an hour past midnight and I have an actual funeral to go to so I should be sleeping. Even more so that I'm sick. And I mean really, extremely ill. But I'm still going, just gonna try and not contaminate everyone.

If I can, update tomorrow :)

Please keep commenting what you think I want to know if I should make this go faster or keep the slow pace, what you think Harry's doing there with three of his friends and a guitar.....

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