~Harry's POV~
I looked back at the girl who opened the door. She looked familiar, but I couldn't place her for a second. Then, it hit me. How could I forget?
"Hi." She says in a monotone voice. I scan over her face again and speak.
"Olivia?" I say and she nods. She was really pretty. I don't remember her being this pretty. "May I?" I say, gesturing to the door. She doesn't say anything; she just turns and walks the other way. I watch her hips swing and admire her ass in her jeans. "You grew up nicely." I say. She turns her head and gives me a pissed off look. I laugh to myself and how cute she was.
I followed her into the kitchen and saw her mom smile at me. My mom sees me and gets up to give me a hug.
"Thank you for coming, honey." She says, kissing my cheek. I flush because Olivia is seeing my mother treat me like a child. I nod in response.
Mrs. Roberts comes up to me next and gives me a hug.
"Little Harry, you're so grown up." She says wrapping her arms around me. "You're so handsome, isn't he Olivia?" she asks, looking at her daughter. Olivia looks absolutely mortified and I chuckle.
"Mom." She says, annoyed. Her mother shrugs at her and then looks back at me.
"You look so much like your mother." She says, looking into my eyes. I did get my mother's eyes. I was used to getting this comment.
"Thank you." I said. Her mother was so nice. I remember her always making Olivia and me sandwiches after we played together. "The food smells amazing." I say taking off my coat.
"Olivia, would you mind taking Harry's coat and hanging it up?" Mrs. Roberts asked. Olivia didn't look too thrilled, but she obliged. Why was she acting so pissy? I don't remember her being like this.
"Thanks," I said, handing her my coat. She quickly took it from my hands and exited the kitchen. I couldn't help but watch her hips again as she walked. She did not look like that the last time I saw her, that's for sure. I looked around for a place to sit. I wasn't sure if they had like assigned seats or something.
"Harry, you can sit right here." Olivia's mother said, pointing to the chair on the side facing the wall. I nodded and walked over, taking a seat. Olivia came back moments later and sat in the seat across from me. I was glad I got to be able to see her. Mrs. Roberts, who now insists on me calling her Jen, brought the dinner to the table and served all of us. The food was delicious and I went up for a second plate.
"So, Harry, are you going to school?" Jen asked.
"Yea, I went to university back home and now I'm at the community college until I find a school I want to transfer to." I say.
"Really? Olivia goes to community college too!" she says excitedly. "I'm surprised you two haven't run into each other."
"Yea, me too." I say. I wished I had run into her, I would've loved getting to know her again. We knew each other really well when we were younger, but that was years ago. She seemed like an entirely new person now. My legs accidentally brushed against hers under the table while I was shifting positions. I looked up at her and she was staring back at me with wide eyes. I gave her an "I'm sorry" look and continued eating. She was intimidating. She would scare me, but she was a little too small and a little too pretty to really scare me.
We continued eating dinner and carried on boring conversation. Once I was done, I thanked Jen and got up to clear my plate. I brought it over to the sink to rinse it off. Olivia came up shortly after and did the same. My mom was opening up the bottle of red wine and pouring it into glasses.
"Do you want a glass, Olivia?" her mother asked.
"Yes, please." Olivia replied, thankfully. Wasn't the drinking age twenty-one in America? Maybe Jen was just lenient with alcohol.
"Can I have a glass, mom?" I asked, seeing my window of opportunity. If I had asked her this at our house her answer would be a hard no, but seeing as Jen lets Olivia drink she may be swayed.
"Uh, I guess so." She says after a moment of deliberation. I smiled back at her. "Thank you." I said. Jen poured me a glass and I took it, thanking her. We all sat back down and talked over our wine. The conversation had lightened up and became less awkward. Olivia even laughed when I told a funny story. Maybe we could be friends after all. Our mothers poured another glass of wine for all themselves and continued their conversation. They hadn't seen each other in years, so they had a lot to catch up on.
"If you guys are bored you don't have to stay here." Jen said and I swear I saw Olivia sigh of relief. "Olivia, why don't you show Harry around our house?" she suggested. Olivia stared back at her mother, with dagger eyes. I don't know how her mother didn't notice Olivia's clear infuriation.
"Fine." She groaned. She was acting childish. I really don't remember her being like this. Is she mad at me? How could I have possibly pissed her off I've only been here an hour?
"Thanks." I say, carrying my class of wine out with me. She showed me around the first floor, the dining room, the big living room surrounded by windows, and the bathroom. There was a door off to the left that was closed.
"What's in that room?" I ask, pointing to the door. Her face turns slightly pale."Nothing." She says, shortly. I can tell she doesn't want to talk about it, so I don't question it again. She then goes up the stairs and I follow her.
"It's basically just all bedrooms in here." She says opening each door. "There's another bathroom and study." I peep into the study and am pleased with what I see. Almost all of the walls are covered in bookshelves filled with books. There are even books lying down on top of the books that are stacked standing up.
"Wow." I say, looking into the study. She looks in and smiles.
"Yea, my dad really liked to read." She says in a light voice. It is strange to hear her sound this way, I was used to her usual flat tone. Wait, did she say liked? And then it hit me. Her dad died. I was suddenly reminded of why she was so mad at me. I was a dick to her.
"And here's my room." She said pointing to a closed door.
"Can I see it?" I ask, knowing I was most likely bothering her. She thought about it for a minute before opening her door.
"I guess so." She said, stepping inside. I walked in after her and looked around. There were nice hardwood floors with a white shag carpet around her bed. The bedding was a crisp white and she had yellow and purple pillows on her bed. There was a striped blanket that didn't really match the rest of the décor draped over the end of the bed. I looked around and saw that she had more pillows on her windowsill and even more books. I walked over and looked at the pictures on her walls. I saw pictures of her with her family at Christmas and pictures of her smiling with her friends.
"You have a nice room." I said, continuing to look around. Her walls were painted a nice greenish-blue color and the wood of her bed was chipped, giving it a nice rustic look. I liked how her room wasn't super girly. She was never a girly-girl, always wanting to play football with the boys. I'm glad she didn't change too much.
"Thank you." She replies, sitting down on her mattress. I walk over to her and stand next to her bed.
"So, what now?" I ask. I didn't want to go back down to the kitchen and listen to my mom and Jen talk for hours about stuff I have no interest in. I would go home, but I knew my mom would want me to stay.
"I don't know." She replied, letting down her hair. It was a pretty light brown color and it had soft waves.
"Well, what do you usually do on a Saturday night?" I ask. She looks up at me and raises her eyebrow. I smile, having an idea of what she is going to say.
"Well," she starts, dragging out the word. "I did hear of a party tonight. Would you want to go?" she asks. Yes, just what I thought.
"Sure, sounds cool." I say. Thank god. I did not want to stay in this weekend. Maybe I'd meet some more people. If her friends looked anything like her, I'd be happy.
"Okay, I'll just tell my mom we're going out with some friends." She says, sitting up. "And, I'm gonna change." She says.
"Okay." I say. She just stares back at me.
"Are you...gonna leave so I can change?" she asks. Duh. How stupid of me.
"Oh, yea. I'm sorry." I say leaving and closing the door behind me. I head downstairs and sit back down at the table, sipping my wine.
"Where's Olivia?" her mother asks.
"She's changing. I think she's going to introduce me to some of her friends tonight." I say, sitting down.
"Oh, that's great. How nice of her." My mom says. I had a feeling my mom wasn't too crazy about the friends I made here. She barely knew them though. I nodded and smiled, finishing the last of my wine before putting the glass down on the table.
I listened to my mom and Jen talk about everything under the sun for about ten minutes before I heard footsteps on the stairs. Olivia turned the corner into the kitchen and I couldn't help but stare. She looked even more pretty than before. She changed into black ripped jeans and a white Rolling Stones t-shirt that fit tight around her nice chest. I hadn't noticed how nice her boobs were before, probably because I was too focused on her ass.
"Where are you two going?" Jen asked.
"I was going to hang out with Kiera and Emma tonight so I figured I might as well bring Harry along and introduce him to my friends." She said, in a nice voice again.
"Okay, what time will you be back?" she asked.
"Not too late. We're probably just hanging out at her house and having a fire. I'll text you if I'm gonna be late." Olivia explained and I tried my best to hide my smile, knowing she was lying.
"Okay, sweetie. Drive carefully, I love you." Jen said, getting up to clear the table.
"Love you too." Olivia said, putting on her coat. "Are you ready?" she said, looking at me. I was struck with how blue her eyes were. She must've put some more makeup on upstairs.
"Yea, I'm ready." I said, standing up. "See you later, mom." I said, following Olivia out of the room. She handed me my coat from the coat rack and I thanked her. She opened the door and made her way to the car.
"Should you really be driving after drinking?" I ask, messing with her. She gives me a tired look.
"Oh yea, that half a glass of wine I had an hour ago is really affecting me." she said, sarcastically, starting, well, trying to start her car. It sounded horrible and I started to question its safety.
"Your car...could use some work." I say, trying not to insult her. She just chuckles in response, ignoring my statement. It finally starts and lets out a loud grumble as it does so. She pulls out of the driveway and onto the road.
"So, where are we going?" I ask.
"A party." She replies simply. Yea, I knew that.
"I know, but I mean whose party is it?" I ask.
"Chris Lindley's, I went to high school with him. He's a major douchebag, but he throws great parties. I nodded and looked out the window at the passing houses. Everything looked so familiar, which was strange because I hadn't been here in five years.
We drove for about ten minutes—Olivia was flipping through the stations trying to find something good to listen to. We turned down a small street and I assumed the house was on the left, considering the cars parked outside and the mass of people on the front lawn. I would usually wonder how the neighbors wouldn't call the cops, but the houses were spread out and it was a small road.
Olivia pulled her car in behind the line of others on the street. She switched off the engine and hopped out. I did the same and followed her up to the front door. She didn't bother knocking and just opened the door and walked right in. She scanned around the room, looking for her friends.
"I'm gonna go look outside for them." She said, coming closer to my ear so I could hear her over the blaring music.
"Okay, I'll go with you." I said, not wanting to be alone in a party full of people I don't know. I followed her through the sweaty crowd until we finally made it outside. On the back porch, Olivia ran up behind two girls who I'm assuming are her friends. They smiled and talked for a minute before one of them looked behind her at me. Olivia followed her gaze and looked at me.
"This is Harry. He's... a family friend, he just moved back into town. Harry, this is Kiera," she said pointing to the tall girl with straight dark hair and freckles. I nodded and did a slight wave. "And this is Emma." She said pointing to a shorter girl with light pinkish/blonde hair. She had a nose ring and dark lipstick. She didn't really seem to fit in with Olivia and Kiera, but she was still really pretty.
"Nice to meet you." I said with a smile.
"Oh my god, you're British?!" Kiera said, clearly intoxicated. I nodded and laughed a little at her slurred speech. It was awkward for a moment before I spoke.
"Do you want me to get some drinks?" I ask Olivia. She nods.
"Yea, but just get me a cup of water, I'm driving." She says. I didn't even think of that. I totally forgot that she drove here. I felt a little guilty. If I had known she wasn't going to drink, I would've offered to drive. I excused myself and made my way back into the busy house, looking for a place to get drinks. I saw a mass of people crowded in a corner and assumed there was a keg there. I was right, and I filled up one cup with beer and grabbed another to fill with water for Olivia.
I made my way to the kitchen, filling up the cup with water from the sink. I hope she wouldn't mind. I struggled to make it out of the house again without spilling my drink, but did so successfully. I found Olivia and her friends again and handed her the cup of water. She thanked me and started talking to her friends. I noticed that more have appeared, some guys.
A boy with blonde hair stood next to me and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Ben." He said, sipping his beer.
"Harry." I said, looking at him.
"Are you new here?" he asked. "I don't recognize you."
"Yea, I went to school here until ninth grade, but I moved to England. But now I'm back." I said.
"Oh, I thought I heard an accent. Nice to meet you, man."
"Nice to meet you too." I said, taking a big gulp from my beer. Ben introduced me to his other friends whose names I cant fully remember. I talked with them for a while—they seemed pretty cool. They offered me shots, which I quickly accepted. I must've had at least four shots and my head was starting to go fuzzy.
I watched as Ben talked to Olivia. He was clearly infatuated with her. His eyes never left hers as she talked and he had a slight smile the entire time. I wondered if they have a history. Olivia seems kind of oblivious to Ben's gestures. I continue to talk with the guys, but watch Olivia and Ben out of the corner of my eye. He continued to flirt with her and I watched, amused, as his attempts went unnoticed. I couldn't blame Ben though. Olivia was definitely the prettiest girl I'd seen here and, disregarding her first few remarks at me, she seemed really nice.
I continued to drink and talk with Olivia and her friends, until I was pretty tipsy. I started to laugh at anything anyone would say, which made Olivia laugh.
"Thanks for inviting me here." I tell her, stumbling on my words. She laughs again.
"No problem, Harry. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." I admire the way her mouth moves as she talks. She is so pretty. I find it hard to focus on anything else as I talk to her.