freshman | h.s

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Olivia's POV

we decided to pull up at louis house since his house is huge and always manages to have alcohol. we all pretty much scattered around the huge house, drink in hand. i sat alone with grace as she went on and on about how niall tried talking to her when we were at the mall

"he wants to be more then friends but he wants to wait before we do anything sexual" he looks at me with discuss "what does that even mean?"

"sounds like he wants to take you on dates and such before he fucks your brains out" i giggle

she smacks my arm muttering a 'it's not funny' before taking another swing from her cup

earlier at the mall the boys called us out for kissing each other yet not liking each other. honestly i didn't mind kissing her, it gave me a funny feeling. i didn't know why we did it but it didn't matter because i'm pretty sure nothing will come from it. it's just a thing we do for fun although i don't understand why she kissed me at the party in the first place.

"why'd you kiss me that one day?" i ask

her face turns into a smirk, "i don't know i just really wanted to kiss you. why, you don't like it?" she looks at me, pulling me closer to her by my thigh

"i do. i was just wondering" i shy away from her

grace grips my chin and forces me to look at her. her eyes lock with mine as her hand moved from my chin to the nape of my neck

"can i kiss you right now?" she asks and i instantly nod

graces soft lips slam onto mine immediately pushing her tongue past my lips. her fingers massaged the short hairs at the back of my neck causing me to groans. i bit her lip pulling it back before i continued to kiss her.

"oh my fucking god" harry's groan scares me causing me to jump back "olivia what the fuck are you doing"

niall's head pops behind harry "ahh i missed it"

i sat there in shock as niall and harry looks at us with wide eyes. grace dropped her hands from my hair and scooted over a bit, forcing her eyes to the ground

harry came and sat right next to me "grace i'd really appreciate it if you'd stop kissing my girlfriend"

"she's not your girlfriend" she spits, watching niall as he took a seat across from her

the tension in the room made it awkward. harry kept tugging on my fingers but i couldn't look at him for some odd reason

"baby" he whined, desperate for my attention

"yes harry"

"can you please stop kissing grace because it gives me a hard on-"

"what?" i laugh loudly

"and i know that's your friend and it's wrong but i just can't help it" he rushes out

i look at grace as she hides behind me trying to cover her mouth to stop her from busting out laughing. although i already knew this it just made it ten times more funny to hear him admit it out loud

"mate what the fuck" niall laughs

harry's face turns tomato red, "niall shut the fuck up! it's not funny! i really don't wanna think of grace in that way"

"in what way styles?" grace tortured him

"i- i didn't mean- oh my god" harry stuttered, his face becoming even more red then before "come on liv we're leaving" harry's large hand snatched me up