freshman | h.s

004

*warning*
includes sexual content, alcohol and rape..

olivia's pov

"aww this is gonna be so much fun. ya know since it's your first party here. you get to see how the brits do it" grace chuckled

we were currently in her ginormous room as she looked for us an outfit. i didn't have a lot of 'party clothes' so she offered to let me borrow something of hers. when grace exited her closet she only held two colors being black and white. she threw me a black top with a short white skirt.

"wear that. we had to match in some way sooo" she explained, already starting to change her clothes "i gave you the skirt just in case harry tries something"

"what do you mean?" i ask, pulling the skirt over my giant thighs

"like if he tries to finger you or something. definitely let him but don't touch him back" she spoke in a duhh tone

why would i let him finger me on our first time actually hanging out. ive never even been touched and liked it before and i didn't know if i could actually ever enjoy someone touching me down there after what he did to me. i don't want to tell grace that yet but in time i will. it all depends.

"i've never actually been touched before. i mean i have but i didn't want it " i whisper as i examine myself in the mirror hoping she didn't hear me

i hear her chuckled beside me "that's okay. a lot of girls try to save themselves for the perfect one but honestly they'll just leave you in time anyways. it's not like you guys are having sex though, your just letting him pleasure you. here's some tips though, it might feel weird at first but it'll start to feel so good so don't be scared. he'll be able to tell if your scared" she rambled

maybe i will let harry 'pleasure' me. i never really believed in saving myself for the anyone but after him there's no saving anything now. maybe harry could take my pain away, actually make me feel like a normal teen again..

grace and i stayed silent as we continued to get ourselves together. i decided on wearing a little bit of makeup tonight, so did grace. not a lot, i could never wear to much or id feel like a clown. i by re-straightening my hair before checking my phone

harry styles: we just made it to your friends house. we're right across the street

olivia 🍼: we?

harry styles: liam, niall and gemma are here

olivia 🍼: so that means we'll have to lap it?

harry styles: you can sit on my lap

"yeah, sit on his lap liv" grace giggled   as she pulled me down the stairs with her

when we made it outside gemma was getting into the drivers seat, liam in the passenger and harry and niall in the back. i let grace get in first then harry, he pulled me down into the car by my waist and closed the door. i scooted off of him as much as i could but there was hardly any room, half my butt was on him. harry hand gripped my waist and pull me back onto him

"hey guys" i greet everyone "this is grace for those who don't know her"

"hey" she whispered, already to deep into conversation with liam

"you look amazing" harry whispered in my ear, slowly rubbing his thumbs over my hips

"you look good too" i blush

it was a lie, he didn't look good he looked like a fucking walking god. he wore all black, his shirt was kind of button up in the front but he left them unbuttoned, showing off his chest tattoos. he also wore a blue beanie which i wish he didn't because i loved his curls.