Locker 17

Chapter 97

"Louis, now would be a good time to leave don't you think?" Liam stands by the open door waiting for me. I take a deep breath and head on over to whatever place Liam has in store for us.

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I feel like shit walking around in the streets of Paris in only sweats and a sweatshirt. Everyone else is all business type then there's me. Liam looks casual which helps him. If anything he's probably embarrassed to be walking next to the guy who looks like he just got out of bed. Well I did just get out of bed so there's a logical explanation.

"Crepes?" Liam says pointing to the small cart on the street with a lady making crepes.

"I'm not in the mood for it, not that at least." I feel like a dick rejecting Liam's offer but I'm being honest. This whole break up has brought out the worst in me.

"So...what are you in the mood for?" Liam is trying to keep his cool and he's being so polite. It's like he's being careful because he has this small fragile thing right there with him and he doesn't want it to break more than it already has.

"Pizza? I'm sure there's a place around here somewhere." I remember telling Harry how I didn't like pizza when we were becoming "acquaintances". He took me to his uncle's pizza parlor and he completely changed my thoughts on pizza.

*Flashback*

"So where are we headed?" I ask Harry. I face the towards the front of the car, avoiding any awkwardness with him.

"It's your choice remember?" He's right, but I wouldn't know where to go exactly. After all I've only been in this town for a few weeks. I haven't had the time to get to the know the place.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Well, I don't really know the places around here." The only place I've been at has been the convenient store and that being about it.

"You just moved here last week of course, sorry about that." Harry says, keeping his hands on steering wheel and his face facing towards the road ahead.

"Yeah." I simply answer.

"What do you say we go and eat some pizza?" He's being kind but pizza? Out of all things why that.

"I don't really like pizza..." As soon as I answer, Harry gasps in an over-dramatically way. I've never really fancied the greasy, triangle shaped food. I had it once but it was horrible.

"Well, you haven't tried the pizza here." He taunts.

"How is any pizza different from the other?"

"A lot of things." He tilts his head towards the side.

"Like what?" I ask. There can't be a difference, every pizza is not different than the other.

"Depends, it could be the crust, the sauce, the cheese, overall just the person who makes it." This isn't the same Harry I've gotten to know in the short time we've talked. He's being kind and gentle.

"Is it some kind of special place or something?" I try to keep the conversations going.

"Yeah, it's actually my uncle's place."

"Interesting." I raise a brow, still looking ahead at the road.

"You'll love it trust me." Harry assures me, turning to look at me.

"Last time I trusted you, I ended up running away from you and taking a two hour long drive on a bus." I tease. His cheeks flush but pretends to have not heard the clever remark I've made.