Ten freaking minutes since I had told Oliver he could stay? Why did I say that? Oh yeah, I just had to be the damn polite person my parents taught me to be. My parents... Those fucking--
"So.. What movie are we gonna watch?" Beth asked, trying to break the growing tension. "Um, horror?" I asked, then biting my lip. I always said stuff that didn't make sense when I was uncomfortable. "Horror?" Beth got up, stepping closer to me. I furrowed my eyebrows when Beth put her palm against my forehead. "Uh... Beth? What are you doing?" I asked. "You don't have a fever... What's wrong with you?" She asked.
"Nothing's wrong with me. See? I'm perfectly fine" I stated. She dropped her hand. "Just because you're not sick doesn't means you're fine. Trust me, you're not fine" She said before sitting down between us.
Beth turned on the Telly and we decided to watch a old re-run of Friends.
"Wow," She paused reaching out her hand as if she was touching something. "You can touch the awkwardness" She said chuckling. I pressed my lips into a thin line and kept on watching. Suddenly the Telly went black and she got up. "Alright. Enough. You guys dated for five years. What the hell happened?" She asked.
"Oh wait. I know. A hairy dude who has style?" I nearly burst out laughing at that. Come on, that was hilarious. But it wasn't the time to laugh so I just stayed silent. "Who?" Oliver asked, clearly confused and blonde.
No offense to blondes.
Einstein was a blonde.... I think.
"Harry you moron" She said and punched his shoulder. He chuckled before leaning back. "You guys need to fix whatever happened between the two of you because this awkwardness is killing me slowly and painfully" She stated, sticking out her tongue at us.
She always was the dramatic one. "Bye" She exited the room before I could protest and now I was stuck. Fucking great friend. I looked over at him and noticed him staring at me. I sighed when I heard the front door slam shut.
"I'm going to College" He said. I smiled at him. "Oh my god! Where? That's great!" I clapped my hands together. "NYU.." He trailed off. Suddenly my smile turned into a frown. "NYU? Please tell me that's some kind of new Uni here?" I asked.
"Nope. New York" He said. I groaned and leaned back. Okay, maybe we weren't that great friends anymore but that didn't mean I wanted him to move all the way to America.
"Sorry. But you have Harry" The last part was more bitterly said than the first and I straightened up. I looked over at him confused.
"What? I do actually follow Harry on Twitter" He said. I froze. Fucking shit. "It's not what you think it is-" I said. "I knew it was gonna happen, April. You and Harry belong together" He said. "We're not actually together!" I blurted, not able to hold it inside.
He looked at me confused before I spilled how this all started.
"So you're faking to be his girlfriend for money?" He asked. "No. I wanted to be closer to him again. The money is just a bonus" I said. "Well, I know you have feelings for him" He snapped.
"Ollie. Let's not go back there--" "Why? Because it's true? You need to face it before you hurt someone else!" He got up, his face red with anger. "I didn't mean to hurt you Ollie. I did have feelings for you. I didn't use you for fun. I would never to that to someone. It's cruel and evil" Is aid and got up, grabbing his arm before whirling him around.
He was much closer than I though he would be and I could smell the minty smell of the gum he always chewed on. "I'm not even dating him for real. I may still have feelings for him but I doesn't matter. He doesn't see me the same way. And don't even say I don't have proof because I just know that" I said.
I could see his eyes were focused on my lips and pressed them to a thin line as I looked into his eyes. He sighed. "God, why are you so stubborn? Why don't you just ask him instead of sitting here and sulking all day, huh? Why don't you just tell him how you feel? He would be stupid if he haven't fallen for you yet. He's known you for eighteen years. You're twenty. So please, do us all a favor and just tell him. If he avoids you then he's not a good enough friend" He said.
"Ollie--" I was cut off when his lips met mine, him cupping my face and kissing me roughly. I pushed him away and wiped my mouth. "What the hell?!" I slapped him across the face. He covered his cheek before pressing his lips a thin line.
"If Harry had done that, would you have pushed him away?" He asked. I gulped. I didn't want to hurt him but I couldn't lie. If Harry had kissed me, and me knowing he felt the same way I would maybe have wanted to go all the way with him. Just kidding.... Or not.
"No" I stated. "Exactly my point. Either you tell him or you learn to get over him" I sighed running a hand through my hair and biting my lip. I groaned, licking my lips before biting them again. A bad habit I have had since I was a kid.
Suddenly he cupped my face. I looked up at him. "This isn't a test" He warned me. "Wh-" before I could process what the fuck was happening he kissed me. His hands went down to my hips and he pulled me closer. Even with my mind screaming at me to stop I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back. This was wrong. So so so wrong. I was using him for all the wrong reasons.
"Oliver" I said, pulling away. I took a few steps back to keep some distance. "Sorry. But we can't do this" I said. "Why not?" He asked. "I can't use you just to get over Harry. That's wrong. So wrong" I said shaking my head. What the hell had gone wrong with me?
"But I don't care. I'm going to College after the summer anyway. Come on. I'm desperate, begging you to use me" He said. I shook my head, I couldn't do this to him.
"Oliver. You still have feelings for me. I don't want to fuel your hope just to wash it out when the time comes for you to leave" I said. "I don't care. Nothing can hurt more than the day we broke up. Because you were the one leaving me" He said. I sighed. "I'm so-" With two long strides he had cupped my face and connected our lips together. I wasn't the only who was stubborn so I decided to take his offer.
His hands went down to my hips as mine tangled into his hair. I tugged at it the way I knew he liked it and he moaned, squeezing my hips a bit. His tongue asked for entrance which I gave, our tongues starting to wrestle.
He cupped my thighs and I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, not separating our lips.