Iris' P.O.V.

Iris P.O.V.
The waitress came back with our drinks, and again grabbed her notepad from her pocket. I was ready to order my choice. I loved Italian food. Harry ordered lasagne. Zayn and Louis both ordered a pizza gorgonzola and Ann also ordered lasagne. Liam ordered macaroni, Niall a pizza calzone. Now it was my turn. I was happy none of them had chosen the thing I wanted. You should not order the same in a restaurant, I always think. I asked for tortellini and the waitress walked away. I took a sip of my ice tea and looked at Harry. He was chatting with Liam about, well, boy - business. I looked at Niall. He was cute. I was always thinking Niall would be the cutest one of the band. And he was. But that didn’t made him the nicest one. The most likeable one was Harry. My Harry. Or almost my Harry.