Unknown # (h.s)

This is technically the book after FaceBook (n.h) called Unknown #. Hopefully you enjoy the series :). P.S incase you didn't read FaceBook, no worries, this book will be a new life line :)
~ Imagine a lucky you, pizza delivery girl, quite accidentally carrying the pizza order of Harry Styles, and then he falls in love with you from first sight, and you marry him a week after.
Your imagination is too wide, hun.
But what if Tomika's lucky pizza order brings her to someone... veeeery interesting. What happens next?
PS: the book is funny, cuz im funny. yep. #selfesteem


1. Chapter 1

"Tomika! Here is the address," my boss gave me a piece of paper, "The boxes are in the trunk. Good luck, and don't get raped," she winked at me. I giggled, and waved for goodbye. She is pretty much the best boss in LA, hashtag the city I live in. Yep. With all them celebrities, but never really met one as surprising as it sounds. 

This was my last order for today, and I am glad since it is nearly midnight, and the streets are as scary as a homeless dog running after you while you are trying to... well... survive. 

I drive by a really fancy hotel realizing that this is the place I'm delivering at. I park the car, and get out taking the five boxes of pizza which were really damn heavy, so I assume those people are having a hangover tonight. Or maybe I'm just a weirdo.

"Okay here we go," I whisper as if someone would hear me. I put the note with my phone number, and the note with the address on the pizza boxes just so they don't start flying everywhere. I did leave my phone at home just in case I get lost, I can call my dad to guide me home. I know.. weird.

"Um excuse me," I try to get the attention of one girl sitting behind the register counter. 

"May I help you?" She asks nicely enough.

"Where is room 507?"

"Seventh floor, but our elevator is currently not available since we have some important people in the hotel, and we don't want random girls to go up, and down all together. Elevators are expensive nowadays," she said. I nearly laughed, but realizing I have to walk seven floors up made me wanna rather cry than laugh. 

"Okay, thank you. I just need to deliver this pizza," I informed her as if she actually cares. 

I begin to walk up the stairs as fast as I could, but I nearly died reaching the fourth floor. The stairs were too much. Like thousands I'd say. 

I finally reach the seventh floor which makes no sense to me to have room numbers such as 500 something, but when I noticed that the levels were enormous that's when I knew that there was hundreds of rooms located at one floor. 

At the last step I took, I legitly started crawling on my knees searching for air in my lungs. I stand up tall, and wait a couple seconds to get over my energy drain. I do feel a little sweaty, but I shouldn't be misunderstood in this situation.

It takes me hours to find room 507, but when I do, I proudly knock on the door. Seconds before someone opens the door, I asked myself the question. "Did they pay online already?" 

How can you not forget with all this work, and time that I spent going up those stairs.

"Hello?" I heard a male's voice as he snapped his fingers in front of me. 

"Yes.. Oh yeah, sorry. Um here is your pizza sir," I hand the five boxes to him. He looks familiar, but kinda not. He had like a costume, and his hair was cut short. I don't even know. 

"Thank you," he says as he nods his head. I smile, "Have a good night. Bye, Bye," I say and head towards the stairs again. 

I heard the door close, and a voice. "The pizza is here ladies!" I giggle. 

I guess their hangover would be a bit.. cheesy.


The moment I walk inside my house, I realize I left the note with my phone number on it on the pizza boxes.


"Aye. Watch your language young lady," my mom said. "Sorry mommy, I just forgot something at work," I sorta lied.

I took my phone from the counter, and immediately went to my room.

I had to take a shower, so I left it on the toilet seat as I was showering. 

You know what, not legitly on the toilet seat,but like with the lid closed if you know what I'm saying. Whatever.

After about 15 minutes into my shower, I hear my phone buzzing. I get out the bathtub all wet, and ... naked, and answer the phone even though it was an unknown.


"Hey, Tomika?" the person on the line asks.

"Yes. Who is this?" 

"It's a dude," he says with a pause after that.

"Well, no duh."

"Okay, so... you delivered pizza at my hotel like an hour ago, and some phone number was on it so I thought maybe you wanted us to call you or something."

"Oh my gosh, no I'm sorry. Those notes weren't meant to be on there. I accidentally gave them to you."

"It's alright. Nice name by the way."

"Thank you."

"Should I hang up? Since we weren't meant to call you?" he asks.

"No it's okay. I don't mind unless you want to hang up I kinda don't care."

"Well aren't you a little rude miss?"

"It wasn't supposed to sound like that!"

I took the towel from the floor since I wasn't gonna shower anymore, and wrapped myself around it quickly.

"I know, I'm messing with you."

I quickly tip toed to my room as water was dripping from my hair, and closed the door.

"Who is you?"

"Is? Ghetto much.."

"You know what..."

"It's Harry Styles"


"I am serious dude."

"I'm a girl, and nah anyone can say they are Harry Styles. Harry Styles is too awesome. K?"


"You wish. Whoever you are."

"Harry Styles"

"Niall Horan"

"Sure, how'd you know?"

"I'm confuzzled"


He laughs, and that's when I realize. Yes, It is Harry Styles.



"I knew it was you, Harry Styles #awesomeness"

"Them hashtags though, and yeah I told you, but you are like, Nooo it's not!"

"I admit, I was wrong."

"There you go. Thanks for not screaming in my ear. This hangover is enough."

I laughed.

"That was so cute," he said.

"I know right. Like an elephant taking a breath after the long shit it took. Just like my energy drain going up seven levels to deliver your goddam pizza, man!"

"Woah, woah, woah. Only the awesome people use the awesome hotel elevators."

"Niggah you can't even sing, dude. Shut up."

"Are you kidding? I'm white ... dude"

"Course I'm kidding. White dude, with a British accent."

"I wonder how you understand what I'm saying since all Americans are like.. Hm? What did you say? Sorry"

"HHAAHAHAHAHAHA I can speak British too. Listen."


"I love tea, and biscuits with green crack to the side," I said in an odd British accent.

"Someone's a pot head. I assume."

"Yeah totally."

"Me too!"


"Yeah you should come deliver more pizza, and you can sleepover, and then.."

"EW!" I interupted him.

"You didn't let me finish."

"And then what?"

"And then we can wake, and bake."

I think he expected me to laugh even though this was a really bad joke.

"Sleepover with Harry Styles, and five other guys? Nah"

"I thought you were a fan."

"I am, but like... I'm religious."

"I didn't mean anything inappropriate, I'm sorry."

"I was kidding bout the religious thing, but It's okay. I can't sleepover, cuz I know you are kidding, and talking to you on the phone is dreamy enough."

"I know you want to."

"Yes you do know."



"That was a fail, and are you naked?"

"What! Nooo... pfshhhh"

"I just guessed."

"Are you stalking me?"

"I wish I was the stalker one ,but no I am usually the one being stalked. Ya know."


"Hey, Tomika. I gotta go, because irish boy wants to get me drunk."

"Haha, okay. Have fun, night."


He hung up.

I pinched my skin waiting to shot up awake from this wonderful dream since It's over now.

I waited for a little while, but I was still in the same sphere.

Holy fuck.


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