𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter nine

Harry

Another couple of days went by like the wind, next thing I know it's been a week and some change. There were small missions here or there, I made sure to stay updated on everything. I still hadn't said anything about my broken communicator, which I probably needed to do so soon. I couldn't just go on without it. I could easily just make up a little white lie and say that I had accidentally dropped it or something. That's believable enough considering how clumsy I can be.

I hadn't been doing so well. I can stay focused during a fight, but every time we get an alert for one, I get highly nervous. I keep thinking that every crime happening, Zayn is involved, but it's really just the small ones. It makes me feel relieved, I don't think I can handle dealing with him right now. Not at the time anyway. I still needed to come to terms with everything. I needed to snap myself out of whatever reality I was living in and face the facts.

When will that ever happen?

The guys and I were down at the Pizza Corner, just hanging out and relaxing, getting a bite to eat while we had some free time. The guys were all talking, but their voices sounded like gibberish to my ears as I was still zoned out. I breath out softly, blinking a few times to pull myself back. I realize that my fingers are playing aimlessly with the straw in my sprite drink. I stop, dropping my hand and looks down at my untouched pizza, which by the way was bigger than my head. Maybe I should eat something.

I pick up my fork and knife, starting to slice the lower part of my pizza, until I feel a light jab in my ribcage. I gasp, looking over to see Niall eyeing me weirdly. "What?"

"Really Har? Cutting your pizza? We're not having lunch with the President." He laughs.

I look around and they are all staring at me. "What? It's a big pizza." I point out.

"Just pick that son of bitch up and take a bite." Louis says, picking his up and taking a large bite as a demonstration. Harry rolls his eyes.

"If you wanna have greasy fingers, be my guest." I scoff, continuing to cut into my pizza, and taking a small bite.

"I would know a thing or two about greasy fingers." Louis smirks, looking over at Niall who glares at him, a blush covering his cheeks.

"Louis, I swear to god." Niall threatens. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle as they begin to bicker once again like they always do. Liam chuckles slightly, looking over at me and smiling widely. I return one as I continue to slowly eat my food. I notice Liam inching his chair closer to mine. I silently keep taking tiny bites of my pizza, never realizing how good it actually tastes until it touches my tongue.

I grab a napkin, wiping my mouth, just as Liam slips his arm around my shoulders. I put the napkin down, turning my head to look at him. He has this cute half smile on his face, his eyes gleaming happily as he eyes me. A small grin creeps on my face as I study him. I hadn't been very open with him lately, but he seems to always find a way past all of that and comes back to this.

For these past months, he's really shown me just how much he likes me even by the smallest of things he does. He's good at juggling the roles of being a leader, a best friend, and also a gentleman. Sometimes I think something is wrong with me for not wanting to jump his bones. But honestly, would it even be a good idea to move so fast?

"May I help you sir?" I asked playfully. Liam laugh softly, nodding his head briefly.

"You can."