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Olivia POV
"Olivia, wake up," my mother said, storming into my room and practically ripping my window curtains open.
I slowly sat up, and rubbed my eyes to try to wake myself up. It had to be six in the morning, and I just wanted to sleep an hour more.
"Good morning, mother," I muttered, not wanting to start on a bad note with the woman.
"Get up, you have to go down to the market to get me some eggs and milk," my mother commanded, leaving me some money on my bed. "Be back in an hour, not a minute later."
She the left with out another word, and I wanted to actually pound my head against a wall. She was awful to deal with, and at this point she wasn't even a mother to me.
I got out of bed, and out on one of the new dresses I got on Friday. I choose the blue one, and put on a white hat to top it off. I saw the ring that Harry gave to me on my night stand, and I put the piece of jewelry on my thumb, and left the house.
I walked quickly past the usual group of men outside the market, and luckily none of them bothered me.
Getting the things my mother asked me to get, I paid for the eggs and milk with the money she gave me. I tucked the change into my pocket, and grabbed the groceries to take home.
The same group of men were outside, smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol.
One man stood in front of me, in the way of my walking. He looked down at me, and quickly moved out of my way.
Before I walked away, I could hear the man tell the other guys, "Harry's girl."
I wanted to argue with them and say that I wasn't his and I never will be, but the ring just saved me from running away or a pathetic attempt to get away from the men, so I was thankful. I still wasn't used to the ring, since it was one of the first times I was wearing it in public, and it was the first time it did what Harry had promised: it would protect me.
It was almost like the ring had powers, and the powers were that men would leave me alone when I didn't want company. Even though I knew that wasn't the case, it was an interesting thought to have.
I walked away from the group, and came home to an empty house. I put the groceries in the refrigerator, but I grabbed some eggs to make breakfast with.
My father walked in through the porch, and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. He then muttered a quiet, "Good morning."
My father and I have really grown apart, and I believe it's my mother's doing. He is terrified of her, as am I, so I think my father is afraid of what she will do to him if he is nice to me.
We barely talked anymore, and I was at the point where I felt like I had no parents anymore, and no one to love me.
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We were currently sat at the dinner table, quietly eating dinner that I had made. I made chicken, and mashed potatoes.
My mother broke the silence by saying, "Where did you get that ugly ring from?"
I coughed up some of my food, not expecting her to ask me such an abrupt question.
"A-a woman gave it to me. Outside of the market today," I answered. I never lied, besides sneaking out almost every weekend. But that technically wasn't a lie since my mother doesn't even know I'm out. I say my evenings out are more of a secret rather than a lie.
My mother did not look satisfied with my answer, but she did not continue the converstaion. My father, like always, stayed quiet and to himself.
Once my parents finished eating, I cleaned their dishes and my own, and then went to room to read.
I was reading Great Gatsby, which had been written and published last year.
I the heard something knocking against my window, scaring me half to death. I saw Bethany, and I quickly ran over the the window, making sure to be quiet
"What on Earth do you want?" I whispered. "My mother could come in here any second."
"Oh calm down, Olivia," Bethany laughed, but I quickly shushed her. "This will be quick anyway."
"Oh, what do you need?" I asked.
"Ok, so I was downtown today to run some errands, and I saw Harry," Bethany started. "And he told me to tell you to meet him at the club at 10 o'clock tonight."
It took me a second to process everything, and I said, "But it's Wednesday."
"I don't think he cares."
"Ok," I said. "Do you want to come with me?"
"I totally would, but I can't tonight."
I mentally cursed to myself, and bid goodbye to Bethany. I wasn't sure whether to go to Harry or not since I barely even knew the man.
I decided against my conscience, and got dressed to go out to the Jazz Club. Putting on the same sequined outfit, I actually put a bit more makeup on, meaning I put blush and lipstick on my face. Remembering to put on the ring Harry gave me, I was almost set to go.
I put on my heels and grabbed my clutch, and climbed through the window to go to the club. I prayed to the Lord above that I wouldn't walk into trouble, and that I make it home before my parents walk into my room.
I went through the entrance, but I was stopped my a man in a suit and top hat.
"Go to the first door on the right."
I nodded my head, scared to do anything else. I did what he said, and when I went into the room, it was filled with what looked like rich men with cigars and half naked women on their sides.
I turned around to leave this room, and that was when I heard a familiar voice say, "I will be dämned, is that Olivia!"
I turned to see who said that, and I saw Harry sit in a booth with two other men with him.
I hesitantly went over to him, intimidated by the other men in the booth and the others in the room. I sat next to Harry, and he grabbed my hand, and interlaced our fingers.
My stomach did actual flips, since no boy has ever held my hand, besides my father of course.
"Hello, darling," Harry said, rubbing his thumb over my hand. "Thank you for coming."
"Of course, thank you for inviting me," I said shyly.
"Oh, there is no need to be shy," Harry said. "Olivia, this is Liam and Zayn, Liam and Zayn, this is Olivia."
I shook their hands across the table, and Harry told them to leave us alone. I should be nervous about being alone with Harry, but he was my sense of freedom and protection.
"Would you like a tour of my club, darling?" Harry asked.
"Sure, that sounds lovely," I smiled, and slid out of the booth.
Harry took my hand, and led us up a flight of stairs. At the top, there was a door with a lock on it, and Harry took out a key and unlocked the door easily. We went through the door, and it led to a balcony that looked down upon the whole club. The balcony was quite large, and we were the only ones up here.
"This is so big," I said in admiration, and I went on my own little exploration with Harry following behind me.
In the corner of the room, there was another door with a lock on it.
"What's in there?" I asked, pointing to the door.
"Spare bedroom," Harry said, pulling out the key for that door.
He unlocked the door, and I opened it to see a huge bedroom, with a huge bed and closet doors.
"How can you even afford this?" I asked in amazement.
"Well, having power in this city can get you far," Harry said with a smirk. "But this isn't where I live."
"I'm guessing you live in a house double the size of mine," I spoke to the man, walking to the edge of the balcony and observing the club.
"Not exactly, I save a lot of my money," he said, walking next to me. "This economy will be utter shït at any minute."
I had no idea what any of that meant, or what he was talking about, but nonetheless I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Is my baby tired," Harry cooed, rubbing my shoulder.
"I'm not yours," I muttered.
"Self-respect is attractive, Olivia. Never forget that," he said, kissing my hair. "If anything, you are too good for me, so I would be yours."
"Now that is not true," I laughed. "You have so much power, and I have none."
"Power means nothing when it comes to personality," Harry told me. "And your innocence is envied in this world."
"Um, no," I scoffed and pulled away. "I am not innocent."
Harry started to laugh hysterically, and he said, "That's an amazing joke, darling."
"It's true," I defended myself. "I have drank alcohol three times, and I have smoked once. I also sneak out almost every weekend."
"I bet you a million dollars that before me, you have never spoken four sentences to a boy, besides your father of course. I bet, a man has never touched you before, innocently and not so," Harry said with a smirk and pulled me closer to him. "And I bet, a man has never kissed you before, lips to lips."
I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I felt this weird feeling in my stomach that I usually do when Harry touches me. I'm not used to this feeling, but it wasn't something I was scared of.
Suddenly, Harry brought his lips to my neck, and laid a small, gentle kiss to the crook of it. It made my insides do front flips, and it made my heart start to beat out of my chest.
"Was that ok?" Harry asked. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
I nodded my head, and brought my hands to his hair. I began to run my fingers through the thick curls that lay a top his head, and he rested his head on my shoulder. He felt like a child in my arms. I continued to massage his scalp and rub his back as his arms wrapped around me.
"Thank you, Olivia," Harry said quietly, after he pulled his lips from my neck, but stayed in my arms.
"Why are you thanking me?" I asked, almost quieter than him, which was almost impossible to hear over the music.
"For letting me be vunerable, and allowing me to be human," Harry answered.
"You can be anyone you want around me," I whsipered to him. "But a jerk, I don't need anymore nasty people in my life."
Harry laughed at my answer, and we pulled away from each other. I looked into his eyes, and it looked like he had been crying. He was quick to wipe any stray tears that managed to escape his eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong-"
"It's getting late," Harry said, walking to the door that leads to the steps to go downstairs. "I should probably get you home."
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