freshman | h.s

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Olivia's POV

harry styles: olivia

my phone buzzed indicating i got a text, from harry ofc. we've been an "official thing" for a minute and i couldn't be happier. he treated me like a goddess and was literally the sweetest thing on earth

ooolivia: hey, what's up?

harry styles: is your mum home?

ooolivia: no harry why?

harry styles: can i come over?? i'm a bit aroused

doesn't that mean like horny? oh god what am i going to do with him

ooolivia: you can come over but you know i can't

harry styles: ofc baby. i'm omw

it didn't take long for harry to get to my house but probably because he was speeding. i knew he was here when i heard his loud music coming close and closer to my house and the slam of his car door.

i turned my music down a bit and jumped out of my bed quickly once i heard his four small knocks. i wore only a large sweatshirt and knee high socks. it's a lot colder here then it is in the states hence why i'm always wearing sweaters or something. i skipped down the stairs, swinging open the door to reveal a lazy eyed, ratty haired harry

harry immediately gripped my hips and pushed me back only to have my hand stop him. as cute as he looked he reeked of alcohol. i wondered where he'd been and who he had been with

"are you drunk?" i ask stupidly since i already knew

"i had a few but i'm not drunk" he almost slured

my face screwed up in disgust at how quick he was to lie. i pulled him in and shut the door. i walked past him and up my stairs hoping he'd follow behind, which he did. he pinched at my thigh as i skipped up the stairs

once we reached my room he looked around. there wasn't much to look at since all i has was a bed and desk. everything was black, white and grey and my walls were plain.

i jumped back on my bed, turning my music up a bit and continuing to scroll through my computer, editing some stuff for a friend back home. harry kicked his shoes off and laid that the end of my bed. his hands found my sock covered feet as he started to massage them

"i missed you" he spoke softly, moving his thumbs on the bottom of my feet

"mhmm i missed you too" i mutter, still not looking up from my computer

"i know you don't feel comfortable messing about but olivia i'm really horny" he whines causing me to look up from my computer

his big green eyes stayed trained on my feet. his unruly hair covering most of his face. i looked down to see if maybe he had a boner but couldn't see a thing. his body was pressed up against my bed.

"then you should of fucked who ever you were getting drunk with" i shake my head

harry instantly get up on his knees and move closer to me. he slapped his hands on my laptop, pushing it back before roughly gripping my thighs so he could sit in between them

"why would i ever cheat on you? and once again i'm not drunk" he buried his face into my neck

i locked my fingers in his curls, scratching my nails at his roots "maybe because it's not cheating.. we're not together harry" i truthfully speak although any other girl would agree with his sweet words

"are you crazy? we're basically married" he chuckled "anyways, can we at least kiss?" harry looks up at me with a pout

i nod

"so what if i said that all you had to do was kiss me, nothing more" his stupid smile appears

kissing isn't bad after all. kissing is easy. i've kissed him before. i can do kissing

"okay but promise it'll only be a kiss"

"i promise baby" he smirks, locking our lips

his tongue roamed my mouth as he kissed me with passion. harry positioned himself in between my legs, slightly rubbing his hard on against me. at the motion a flash of his face appeared

"harry" i cried

"that right, i'm harry olivia" he moaned, moving his red lips down to my neck

i could feel myself becoming more and more wet and soon i was getting pleasure from his clothed crouch. alright he had pants on i only wore underwear underneath my large sweater. his hardened length was right against me, causing as much friction as it could.

my eyes rolled back and my finger clasps in harry's hair as he continued his movement. right when he started to praise me i thought about him

he ripped my shirt in half, revealing my bare chest. he squeezed them and sucked harshly on them. i found no pleasure in this, only pain

"andrew your hurting me" i cry, attempting to push his chest but getting no where. he was far to strong. it was like my hits weren't even effecting him

"shhh" he hushed me

"harry. seriously i don't think i can"

he let out a loud groan before getting off of me and laying next to me. i was such a buzz kill. he probably thinks i'm lame as fuck now because i can't even kiss without complaining.

"i'm sorry" i apologize, bringing my knees to my chest

"yeah whatever olivia" he whispers, harry shook his head as he looked at my ceiling deep in thought

"i really am sorry. it's not you it's-" his deep husky voice cuts me off

"it's whatever i just wish... i don't know" he paused "will i ever be able to touch you?"

that was a good question but i didn't have an answer. i like the way harry makes me feel. it's the complete opposite of what andrew did to me. everything about harry is the opposite of him so i don't know why i can't get him out of my mind. his sweaty face and body haunts my dreams. everywhere i go i'm scared to even look men in their eyes, he hated that. not harry though,
he lets me look at him as much as i want without a word. i've memorized every stumble, mole and bump on his face.

"it's so hard not to think of him. extremely hard" i explain

"i understand baby, it's okay. you don't have to explain yourself" he pecks my lips "just because i want something doesn't mean you have to want it to or grant my wishes just because i want you to"

he lays down to his side to face me. his large tan hand reached to my hip, rubbing his thumb over it.

"i want to. it's just hard to not let my thoughts get the best of me" i lay next to him, wrapping my thigh over his large frame

slowly his hand moved towards my butt. for harry to think that i didn't want him was insane. thoughts of him cloud my mind all day everyday. he always treats me so good and when he touches me it's like a thousand sparks. but when it gets to heated one little thing sets something off in my mind and it makes me think of andrew

"it's fine little girl, our time will come" he plants a small wet kiss to my lips "and it'll be perfect. i promise"

i guess you can say this was a filler or whatever ik it's short but oh well