Bella’s POV

I really want pizza. Warm, cheese pizza. I look up to the clock under the TV and see that it’s already 9:30. I poke Mark who’s sitting on my right and whisper into his ear, “Can you ask the guys to order cheese pizza please?” All the rest of the guys are talking and watching the soccer game on TV.

Mark laughs loudly. I don’t know why, I’m being completely serious. “Bella, you can ask them yourself”, he says loudly. I can feel my cheeks begin to blush. All of the guys look at me and I begin to bite my lip nervously.

“What’s up Bella?”, Harry who’s sitting to my left says.

I look at him and then look back down into my lap. “I just really want cheese pizza”, I say so softly it’s barely audible.

“What, love?”, Louis says from across the room. My face has to be the color of a tomato by now. This whole pizza thing is so stupid, but I really really really just want some warm cheese pizza goddammit!

“Do you think we could, um get some cheese pizza?”, I ask Louis a little louder.

Niall and Liam laugh loudly as Louis just forms the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. Harry puts his arm around me and pulls me towards him, “Of course we can, Bells. Just cheese pizza?” Why does everyone call me Bells?

“Well actually, can we get some garlic knots? That’s all, I think.” I say softly again. I can feel Harry giggle against my body. Liam stands from the couch and tells us he’s going to call the pizza place. That was only mildly embarrassing and now I get my pizza! And garlic knots! Liam walks back into the room after a minute and I sit up straighter, “So did you get the cheese pizza?”

“Yes, Bella. I got a large cheese and a large pepperoni.”

“And the garlic knots?” I ask him quietly. Harry and Mark start laughing softly.
“Of course, Bella! Anything for you”, Liam laughs as I get up and run to him. I jump up and do one of those extra dramatic “run-and-jump-into-the-other-person’s-arms” hugs. Liam laughs as I give him a kiss on the cheek. I don’t mess around with my food. Especially pizza.
Liam sets me down just as Harry clears his throat. My face turns red again as I realize how dramatic I just was. I don’t know what to do now so I just sit on the ground and watch the soccer game.

“Bella”, Harry says after a minute, “Come back over here.”

He has a cute small smirk on his face, but I can resist it, “I’m already on the ground.”
Harry drops his smirk and looks at me for a minute before standing up and walking over to me on the floor. He sits next to me and pulls me into his lap again.

I feel guilty. I need to talk to Harry about our relationship. I know we already kinda did, but I need to tell him what I’m feeling. If we’re going to make this work, I need Harry to take it slow for me. I’ve already lost any memories I had of our relationship. I don’t think I can just jump into something new this fast.

*DING DONG*

I shoot up making my head spin for a minute before I run towards the front door. Some one is right behind me, but whip the door open with a huge smile on my face.

“The pizza guy is here!” I yell with a smile when the door opens. I’m not gonna lie the pizza guy was pretty cute. He had blond/brown hair and blue eyes and when he smiles at me his dimples show adorably.

Niall shows up behind me with money, “Thanks mate, keep the change.”

“No problem”, the pizza guy hands Niall the pizza and hands me the garlic knots. Niall walks towards the kitchen and leaves me with the pizza guy alone, “I uh, put my number on the bag if you ever wanna do something.” He uses those cute dimples when he smiles and I can’t help but blush. I always had a thing for dimples.

I open my mouth to say something when the Irish voice comes back, “Actually mate, she’s taken.” he says as he puts his arm around my shoulders. I look at Niall as the cute pizza guy utters a pathetic sorry and goodbye and walks away.

“Harry would flip shit if he knew that guy gave you his number”, Niall says quietly to me. I don’t say anything back to him. I don’t know what to say. Now that I actually think about it, Harry is way hotter than the pizza guy.

We bring the garlic knots into the kitchen and I set it down next to the pizza to wash my hands. Most of the guys already grabbed some pizza so now Harry and Louis are left getting some garlic knots.

“What’s this?”, Harry asks looking at me. I shrug and walk over to him. Ohhh, he’s looking at the garlic knot bag with pizza guy’s number on it.

I read it and laugh a little, “Here’s my number, text me if you want a good time;)” Not the classiest pizza guy, not the classiest. I look up to Harry and see that he doesn’t find this as funny as me. His brow is furrowed as he finally picks his head up to look from the garlic knots bag to me. I look to Niall for help.

Note to self: Harry seems a little bit like the jealous type.

“Haz, calm down. I’m never gonna text him”, I say touching his arm to calm him down. The look on his face hurts my heart. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times, I don’t like seeing Harry sad! I bite my lip because I just don’t know what to say.

“Wait, what did you just call him?”, Louis says with a confused/excited-ish face

“I don’t remember, why?” he just shakes his head never mind as a response.

“Harry, calm down”, Niall interrupts between bites of pizza, “Just as Bells was turning him down, I came over and pretended to be her boyfriend. I told him that she is taken.”

Harry stays silent for a bit and takes the garlic knots out of the stupid, useless bag. He puts two on my plate and two on his. I find it so funny that he knows every little thing about me. The way I can only eat even numbers of a food, he even knows how to relax me. Earlier, he rubbed my back soothingly I felt better within minutes. Minus the terrible headache. Only medicine can fix that part. I lean up and kiss his cheek as a thank you. Those butterflies rush to my stomach as soon as I feel my lips touch his skin. Once they leave his cheek, I see the dimples that I like so much.

Yeah, I have a thing for dimples.

***

We managed to make it through dinner drama free. I stayed pretty quiet and let everyone else talk for most of it. I’m trying to pick up as much information as I can so I can try my best to remember. I like to ask the guys questions though, they usually have interesting answers.

“Harry”, a spontaneous question pops into my brain. Everyone stops talking and looks at me. I didn’t mean to interrupt their conversation, I just got curious again, “Why were there people taking the pictures of us at the airport?”

Finally, I see Harry blush for the first time. It’s not fair because I’ve blushed more this hour than he has all day.

“They were just fans of our band, that’s all.”, he looks at me with different eyes. He’s not telling all the truth. I try to squint my my eyes to let him know that I don’t believe him. “Fine, some were fans, but most were paparazzi.” Harry looks down.

“So you guys are really good then?!”, I ask loudly. They all look at each other with smiles. The smiles are like they’re laughing at me, but I’m just happy to have made them smile.

“Okay, you guys are going to show me your music now.” I say standing up.

“Right now?”, Harry asks me and Niall laughs.

“Yep, bring your pizza and play me your music.” I walk into the living room and sit in the middle of the couch criss-cross-applesauce.

The guys are all laughing but I’m being completely serious. “What song should we play?”, Louis hands me a CD case with the album titled “FOUR”.

“Oh My Gosh, my favorite number is four!”, I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but I accidentally did and now they’re all laughing at me again. Especially Mark and Louis. “Okay, I want to hear… ‘No Control’!”

Louis and Liam look at each other and smirk as Louis says, “that’s funny, Harry wrote that song about the night tha-”

“I wrote the song. That’s all you need to know.”, A red-faced Harry interrupts Louis before he can finish his sentence. I like “Blushing Harry” much better than I like “Jealous Harry”.

“Whatever just play me your song!”

***
I’ve listened to about 20 of their different songs and I haven’t found that I don’t like yet. I love “Better Than Words”, “No Control”, “18”, and “Fool’s Gold”. Those are my favorite.

“Wait! She has to hear ‘Little Things’!”, Mark says as soon as the last song finishes. I look at Harry who is looking at Louis. All the guys are looking at Harry with big, hopeful eyes.

“Can we tell her?”, Louis pouts.

Harry sighs, “Fine, I’ll tell her,” he looks up to me, “We wrote this song for you.”

I can feel my jaw drop a little as the words start. My cheeks hurt from smiling through the entire song. I cuddle into Harry more and he relaxes into me. We can make this work. We’re going to make this relationship work.

No matter how many cute pizza guys give me their phone number.

No matter how hard we’ll have to try.

***

Notes

I want a cute pizza guy though.

As an American, I'm sincerely sorry for whatever outcome comes out today. Like, really really sorry.

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