Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Twelve- Incursion

'Melony's POV'

I couldn't believe this. It was like I was surrounded by a loud, rambunctious herd of children. Liam, Levi, Harry, and Niall being the start of it all--of course.

We were all just casually sitting down, eating a nice meal in a cute little Italian place when damn Niall decided to out of absolutely nowhere-- without any warning-- fling a forkful of pasta at Harry... and that was just the beginning.

Levi sought revenge after sauce was smeared across his cheek by Harry. Which so in turn, he slapped Liam in the face with his pizza.

I've never seen anyone get slapped by a pizza before, so I was pretty amused by that bit.

Every now and then they'd turn towards me with food prepared for launch, but I'm glad to say that my pointed glare was enough to make them seize fire and quickly tuck their tails between their legs.

Ivan and Linnea had ran away from the table together, off towards the bathrooms, as they tried to avoid the onslaught that was happening around the table.

I watched as every person in the restaurant sat at their tables or stood around watching the food fight. By now, before anyone threw food at someone else they would release the loudest war cry. Which meant that basically every other second was consumed with a banshee's cry, and I just wanted them to grow up.

Even though it was kind of amusing and it released the stress of the up and coming heist tonight, the large angry-looking man standing near our table with his arms crossed tightly over his chest finally yelled.

Very slowly, each of the four guilty looking men-children, set their silverware down on the wooden table. Looking around at each of them, I saw that each were covered in what was left of our dinner.

"Out. All. Of. You," The large, round man yelled, his face red with anger and beady eyes glaring holes in anything they landed on. "Out!"

Before I could even say anything to the man, the four boys sprung up and sprinted away from the table and out the entrance door. I sighed exasperatedly, slowly rising from my seat --surprisingly clean-- and walked over to whom I thought was the manager. His small, dark brown eyes glared up at me ferociously and I gave him a sheepish smile.

"I'm so sorry abo-"

"Get out of my restaurant, now." He growled, placing his chubby hands on his hips.

"Okay, fine." I say, throwing my hands up in the air before reaching into my wallet and pulling out a $500 dollar bill. "Then I guess, Mr. McKinley here will go back in my-"

"Give me that, you owe me that for destroying my property." He huffs before lunging forward and ripping the bill from my hand.

"Calm your shit, bruh." I mutter under my breath as I walk away, ignoring the man's rude comments that continue to roll off his bitter tongue.

Linnea stands by the glass door, waiting for me. Her lips pressed tightly together while her cheeks were burning, and I can tell that she's trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Don't even." I command as I push the door open forcefully.

"I wasn't even going to..." She lies, her voice strained from still trying to hold her laughter back.

A quiet giggle escapes, and I quickly whip around, glaring at her. She doesn't even bother hiding her amusement anymore as her eyes squint close and she slaps her leg as she releases a laugh that echos throughout the oddly quiet street.

I groan at her before speeding up my walk, leaving her behind. We finally reach the parking lot and I face-palm myself. All of the guys, except for Ivan, are all shirtless.