Don't Know Why

Chapter 12

AN: I attached a video of Coldplay. One of my favorite songs. 

Alanna...

The drive was long and despite the cheery conversations in the car, we were obviously worn down by our trip, especially Harry.

Out of courtesy, I did suggest to him that we take turns driving. Although the snickers that came from the backseat told me my actions were made to be something more. But it didn't matter though, Harry declined anyway, thanking me only and even followed it with a request that we ladies just relax the whole ride.

Our idea of bringing only two cars did prove to be a great and useful one, as just as predicted, the place was beginning to get packed by the time we reached Millwall, London despite it being only four in the afternoon. I think we weren't the only ones who came a long way for this concert.

Fortunately, it didn't take us a while to secure parking spaces. We all got out and surveyed the area for nearby places to grab a bite. There wasn't any shortage of it, but the majority of them seemed to be upscale restaurants. None of us were in the mood for anything fancy so we just opted for the least swanky-looking one.

It was a pizzeria.

The place was cozy. Black and white photographs dating as far back as the 20s hang sporadically along the red brick walls. The aroma of burning cheese with hints of basil and prosciutto filled the room as pizzas filed in and out of brick ovens. It was mouthwatering and the effect was instantaneous as our stomachs chorused grumbles. We each looked into one another and burst out laughing.

"Christ. Let's all grab a seat then, shall we?"

Following Jesse's lead, we headed to a rectangular table near the windows and pulled a chair each. We scanned the menus and quickly decide on two pizzas – margherita and pepperoni, two salads and two pitchers of craft beer. Truthfully, I was eyeing the Veuve Clicquot from the wine list. But it was only sold by the bottle and I didn't want to seem finicky even though Kate insists fussy is my middle name in the way she knows annoys me.

So when everyone agreed with the orders, I just kept my mouth shut and lightly placed the menu on the table.

"Hmmm" Louis moaned in satisfaction right after taking his first bite. The most of us can't help but laugh, while Harry had a look of barely contained disapproval on his face.

"Wha'? 'is good" Louis swallowed before bellowing "Get your mind out of the gutter Styles!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You didn't think to let the ladies go first, idiot?" He asked this while reaching for one of the pizza servers and knives, cutting four slices of both pizzas and offering one of each to us women.

"Oh. I don't mind, but thanks." I said, raising my plate a little so he could place the offered pieces he took for me.

"Show off" Louis muttered under his breath – though clearly intended to be heard by the whole table – once Harry finished serving all of the females who in turn gave their thanks.

"You're very welcome" Harry flashed each of us a smile that was nothing short of charming and I wondered if he was always like this to each opposite specie he encounters. I mentally give a shake of my head and chew a piece of my margherita. I had to hold back a moan of my own.

There was no exaggeration on Louis' part. It is delicious.

"Good, yeah?"

I looked to my right, finding a pair of green eyes studying me.

"Yeah" I nodded.

"Sure? You don't want to get anything else?"

My head tilted to the side a bit, bemused. "Yeah. Why do you think I want anything else?"