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


2. Chapter 2

I open my eyes as the warm towel gave me a feeling of actually feeling better.

"I will make you some tea, hunny," my mom said as she left the towel laying on my forehead. I felt sick, and I wanted to throw up. I felt weak.

So what ha-happened was... I woke up at night with the feeling of sickness, then I yelled at my mom since I couldn't move a muscle. She came over to me, and has been taking care of me until right now. The time is 4 in the morning, and I've probably slept for an hour since I went to bed last night. I have no idea if this is because of food poisoning, or someone gave me the flu.

"Your father went to aunt Ella for some medicine," mommy spoke softly. 

"Thanks mom. I love you," I replied with weakness.

She left the room, after leaving my window a little open so fresh air can come in.

My phone ringed.

I picked up with all the energy I got without looking at the screen.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Tomikaaaa! It's Harry, I just woke up."

"It's four in the morning."

"Oh... fr?"

"Yes, and I'm sick as fuck as you can tell by my voice. I have no energy to laugh even."

"Oh my goodness."


"Are you okay?"

"No Harry. I just said I'm not."

"Sorry, my head is kinda spinning. Do you want me to bring you some dildo soup. Special recipe."

"Haha," I tried laughing with all I could, but then stopped, and held on to the towel on my head.

"You sound really bad. I'm honestly worried."

"Thanks. Mom is taking care of me."

"I wanna help."

"Really? Aren't you busy?"

"Not when someone so nice like you is sick to death."

"I wanna laugh, but I can't. I just wanna cry right now."

"Aw, you can cry all you want. I understand your pain."

"Yeah. Pain in my ass. Oh wait.. I can't feel no pain, cuz I can't freaking move a tissue!" I sorta yelled angrily.

"Well you had energy for that?"


"Okay. I'll shut up. Should I hang up? I don't want to be bothering you. I want ya to get better."

"Aw, that's honestly the nicest thing I've heard from your mouth so far. It's all about dildo's, and sleepovers."

"Heyyyy, I wasn't for real. But I am srsly going to come to your house right now. I don't care if its 4 in the morning or 5 in my ass, I'm coming to bring you some chicken soup."

"Your insisting makes me feel better. But .. ughh.. I'm vegetarian."


"Yeah. I don't eat my friends."

"Makes sense. I might consider going vegetarian too."

"No you wont."



"You are kidding."

"Nope, I'm not. I wanna help, plus my lads are sleeping so I have nothing else to do."

"Okay.. my mom is here though."

"It's okay, Ill tell her I'm a good friend from school, and she is gonna let me in."

"Alright. See you."

"Txt me the address though."


I hang up, and message his number real quick, the address. My fingers hurt, and I just wanted to let go of my phone, and get some energy, by falling asleep.

Harry Styles: Thanks. See you.... Tommy.

Oh no, he didn't.

I hate this nickname, but I remained silent. 

Without realizing it, my eyes began closing as the time passed by. 

I felt my self falling asleep. 

Five seconds later. BOOM. I'm already asleep into my dream about Harry Styles being my pizza husband.

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