{New Year’s Pizza} - Harry & Venus
“Shit, shit, shit.” He’s muttering as he stood in the lobby of their hotel, foot tapping impatiently as he awaited his phone call from the van driver. He was supposed to get him out to the pizza place less than an hour ago and he’s already hearing it from their manager about going out without security. Sure, it was a risk, but he was willing to take it for the pizza.
“Where are you?” Harry groans into the phone as he finally gets a ring back. “What do you mean I can’t go? That’s your fucking job!” He states into the phone, his hand running repeatedly through his hair. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll find a different ride.” He states, crossing his arms as he hangs up angrily. “I’ll find a different ride and I’ll get my fucking ride.” He states, only to tug a bit on his jacket and adjust it on his shoulder and finally spots someone he knew - Venus. “Hey, do you have your um.. your license?”