Harry Styles One Shots

Movie Night (Requested)

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18+
Fluff/smut

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"Thank you for calling Maria's Pizzeria. My name is Aila, how can I help you today?"

"Hello, Aila. I'd like to place an order for pick up."

Typing my employee code into my computer, I load up the order form and click the Quick Customer button. I pull out my guest checks and a pen and write PU at the top left corner of the check, informing the other employees that the order was for a pick up.

"Okay, can I have a phone number for the order please?" I put on the best customer service voice I could possibly muster. Today had been such a long day and I was so tired. I hate coming into work right after I get out of school.

I rub the sleep from my eyes and silently yawn as I distantly write down the numbers the man on the other line speaks.

He sounds young. His tone seems to be that of when you and your friend bicker back and forth over who's going to talk on the phone, your friend dials the number and rushes out of the room before you even process it and the person on the other line is already speaking.

"And your last name."

"Harold."

The name doesn't register.

"Okay, Harold, what can I get for you?"

The words on my screen blur together and I can't help but to constantly look at the four digit numbers on the bottom right corner, hoping that it magically changes from 4:32 to 10:00 when my shift is over.

"Erm, could I have a double bacon cheeseburger with extra fries please?"

"We don't sell cheeseburgers, sir. Only pizza, wings and a mess of garlic butter."

"On your website it says that you sell cheeseburgers."

"Sir, you may have the wrong number. This is Maria's Pizzeria." My sleep deprivation is becoming me, shortening my patience to deal with ignorant customers.

"I know that but I don't want a pizza, I want cheeseburgers."

"We don't sell cheeseburgers, sir. I apologize."

"Fine, then can I have a large order of your love and affection? Light on arguments, heavy on the sugar."

And it takes a moment for the voice to squeeze through the gears slowly running in my mind before it reaches the end of the tunnel and a bright light shows behind my widened eyes.

"Harry," I exhale. "Stop calling me at work. You made me waste an entire 39 seconds that could have been used on another customer."

"But.. I miss you," I can hear the frown in his voice. "You're still coming over later, right?"

"Not if you continue to call me, I'm not."

"You sound mad. What's wrong?"

"I'm tired. I've been at school all freaking day and then Hanna decided it would be fun to not show up for her shift so I got called in. I wasn't supposed to work again until Sunday."

Friday nights at the pizza shop were the absolute worst. I told my boss that I couldn't work, especially on Fridays. I go to school all week and my brain is tired, what makes my boss think that I'm going to be able to function properly taking 200 plus orders tonight? I'm not.