Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 15: Everything

I kissed Harry back, and he didn't pull away. He actually grinned a little into the kiss, which made me want to grin myself. But I hadn't. Instead, we kissed for approximately a minute before Harry pulled away. He didn't look at me when he did. He just leaned back onto his hands and smirked out to the murky water. "Told you I was a good kisser." He mumbled, making me smile and sit back to myself. I kissed Harry Styles.

I didn't sleep that night. I stayed up in bed like a funny romance and smiled up at the ceiling, replaying the smooth moment in my head until I was able to imagine what we could have done past that. Harry kissed me. He's gay. He kissed me and he's gay. This is the best day of my life. Although I'm still ill, and probably got him sick as well, I feel like I'm being brought into the clouds to have a night to fly. I feel light inside, like no organs are in there. Just air. I'm happy. Harry kissed me. Harry likes me. I think..

I don't go to work the next day either, but I do the day after that. My cold goes away slowly throughout the days. No more head and stomach aches, then no more sore throat, then no more congested sinuses, all leading up to today. When my groggy feeling disappears. Niall Horan, that's me, am no longer ill. And now, just in case Harry wants to, I can kiss him again and not get him ill.

Speaking of Harry, he himself has only showed up once and that was my first day back. I hope there's a good reason for that. Not to be selfish or anything.

I look up when I hear the door open on today's Friday, my last day of work and feeling pretty fucking amazing. This time I didn't wear my white shirt and apron. I wore my white baseball tee with navy blue sleeves and white polka dots with jeans and a white cooking apron on my waist. Jay noticed my giddy mood but didn't ask about it. She just let me be smiley and happy, all because of a pair of sexy soft lips on mine.

Licking my braces covered teeth, I lean against the counter as I watch the light rain drip onto the earthy floor and the hard stuff covering the earthy floor. Harry had walked through the door, smiling at me when he see's me. I smile back, leaning on the counter with my arms crossed. "We're out of Pepperoni at the moment." I inform. Harry takes his hood off, the tip of his nose pink and congested. I know its stuffed up because he keeps sniffing. He also looks very sexy in glasses.

"Hm. Are you sure?" Harry smirks the signature one, keeping his hands in his thick coat layered upon two other jackets. "Yupp." I nod. Harry copy's my pose of leaning onto the counter with crossed arms. "Then I guess I have to have chicken guacamole." I lick my lips and bite them a little, looking away from Harry's eyes to look at his lips. The lips I want to so desperately kiss again. At least he's not pretending that nothing happened, because something clearly had and he's flirting just as much as I want to flirt with him.

Looking back up at Harry's eyes, I can see that he never looked away from my own eyes so I know now that he know's I was looking at his lips. Ruining the moment very cutely, Harry breaks away from our gaze to sneeze into his arm. "Achoo!" He has a very cute sneeze. "Bless you." I grin, wanting to chuckle but I hold it in. "Thank you." Harry smiles, only sparing him a glance before I go to make the pizza.

"After work today, meet me at the park." Harry say's as I'm putting the pizza in the box. "Why?" I ask, putting the coupon sticker on top of the box. I hand it to him, awaiting my answer but Harry just leaves with a smirk, leaving his hood off this time.

I've been staring at the clock for a few minutes now, watching the thin needle tick the seconds. Right when it reads the time of work I get off, I grab my jacket and slip it on, proclaiming my keys from my belt loop so I can drive to the town-famous Parker Park.

I can't find Harry at the park. Anywhere. I looked under all the good trees, the benches, the small hill, no where. I don't see him anywhere. The park is empty, with no kids screaming and playing on it. Except for one boy in the only place I didn't look. The swing set.