song: Carolina by Harry Styles ;)
play the song when you see the *
Olivia Thomson
These past two days have been... interesting to say the least.
Harry and I are in Chicago now, our last destination of the trip. We left yesterday at around 7 in the morning, and drove all day. It probably wouldn't have taken as long if we didn't make about five stops on the way, taking pictures of landmarks and getting food at gas stations. We got in Chicago around 5 in the evening, and we each went our separate ways into our different hotel rooms.
We haven't spoken much today except for when Harry told me this morning that he had a meeting, and would be back around 12:30 to go to the writing studio. Apparently there's this super nice studio on the outskirts of Chicago that he wanted to take me to to maybe start writing some songs. He told me that he planned on us staying there until 3:00, and then at 4:30 he has a flight scheduled for back to New York.
I didn't really dawn on me that we wouldn't be driving back to New York. It's been an eventful trip, and it's just now sinking in that today is our last day of our week long road trip. God— it feels like it's been at least a month. But it's only been a week. A very long week. So much has happened, and I guess Harry's idea of getting to know each other really worked out. I am nervous to get back though, especially with the whole Dylan situation. I'm not sure how he's going to react to any of this, and I am really nervous. He hasn't called me in three days, which is weird. I am not complaining though, I'd rather him go MIA then bugging me 25/7.
It's 12:25, and Harry should be here any minute. I am waiting for him to come pick me up so we can go to the studio. I already packed all my things so as soon as we are done at the studio we can board the plane. I hear my phone buzz from my nightstand, and I reach over from my spot on the bed to pick it up, reading the name Harry Styles on the screen.
"Hi." I say through the phone.
"Hi." Harry's familiar English accent comes through, "I am outside your door. You ready to go to the studio?" He asks.
"Why didn't you just knock?" I laugh, sitting up from my bed and glancing in the mirror for a second. Today I was wearing a white cropped tank top with forest green corduroy pants. I run my fingers through my hair, straightening it out before walking towards the door.
"Because, knocking is boring." He says before I open the door, seeing him looking down at his feet smiling with the phone up to his ear. He was wearing all black today, and like usual his hair was pushed back by the sunglasses rested on top of his head. He also had a cigarette set in between his teeth.
"How many times do I have to tell you, hotels don't let you smoke inside." I say, partially laughing as I take the cigarette out of his teeth and toss it in the trash can that was by the door.
He hums in response, looking at me with a smirk on his lips, his eyes going back and forth between mine.
"You're very uptight. You need to loosen up some." He says, looking down at me with those piercing green eyes of his.
"I just think rules need to be followed, and people need to be treated with kindness. Those are my morals." I say, smiling up at him. His smirks fades into a smile before he shakes his head and turns around, beginning to walk down the hall.
"C'mon." He says, and I quickly grab my purse and follow him out the door, and into the elevator.
We make our way into the elevator and through the lobby, onto the street and in his car.
The car ride was mainly silent the whole time, just the noise of the radio playing pop songs and the sound of the cars against the road. After about thirty minutes of driving, we finally arrive at a small brick building in between two tall business looking buildings.
"Is this the place?" I ask him, stepping out of the car and looking up a the old building. It was quite literally a whole in the wall, the red colors of the bricks fading into a dark brown, and moss growing over the sides of it.
"Yep. This is her." He says, before exiting the car himself and heading towards the door. I follow behind him, and watch him as he digs his fingers into his back pocket, pulling out a set of keys.
"You have keys to this building?" I ask out of confusion.
"Yep. I love it here. This is the third place where I write the best." He says dismissively before unlocking the door and walking into the small cozy room.
"Third place?" I ask, following him into the dim lighted room surrounded by leather couches and recording booths, it looked like a normal recording studio.
"Yes. The third." He answers while going to the corner of the room and grabbing a stool, bringing it over the the coffee table that was in the middle of the room and sitting down.
"What are the first two?" I ask, grabbing a stool myself and placing it right in front of his, probably a foot away.
"That's a secret Liv. If I told you then you could write your songs there and then I would have competition." He smirks.
"There is no competition, I am already better than you." I laugh, placing my elbow on my knee and resting my chin in the palm of my hand.
"I don't think so." He smiles, going along with the joke.
"Whatever." I sarcastically roll my eyes before spinning in the stool and turning the face the coffee table in front of us.
"So, what did you have in mind?" I ask him, reaching over and grabbing a notebook and pen off of the table and opening it up, preparing to write stuff down.
"Well I actually have a song written." He says, making me shoot my eyes up at him and smile a little.
"Really?" I ask, smiling "I wanna hear it." I ask him.
"You sure?" He smirks before getting off the stool and walking to the other side of the room where there were instruments laying around. He picks up a white electric guitar and plugs it into the speakers, getting ready to play.
"I don't have all the words yet, just the first verse and chorus." He says before bringing the guitar strap around his chest and digging into his pocket to find a guitar pick.
"That's ok." I smile, eager to hear the song.
*play song
"Alright." He smiles
He starts strumming softly against the electric guitar, and humming lightly for a couple seconds.
"She's got a family in Carolina... So far away but she says I remind of her of home." He sings out, closing his eyes as he continues to strum against the guitar sending electric waves through the room. He had a small smirk on his lips as he sung out the lyrics.
"She never saw herself as a West-coaster. Moved all the way cause' her grandma told her Townes, better swim before you drown." His smirk grows as he opens his eyes to look at me. So far, the song is fucking great, and he looks attractive as hell singing it.
"She's a good girl! She's such a good girl! She's a good girl. She feels so good." He sings out, drawing out the good on the last part, making my knees literally weak. Holy shit this is like sex for my ears.
This girl must've done something special to him to get him to write song repeatedly saying 'she feels so good, she's a good girl.' I can't help but feel a little jealous.
"There's not a drink that I think could sink her. How would I tell her that she's all I think about? Well, I guess she just finds out." He continues to sing, strumming harsher this time and once again stretching the end of the word 'out'.
"She's a good girl! She's such a good girl! She's a good girl. She feels so good. She feels so good." He sings out before stopping his movement on the guitar and looking up at me with a smirk on his lips. Fuck, that song was really good.
"Um— that song was really good." I say truthfully.
"Thank you babe." He says before lifting the guitar strap off his shoulder and setting the pick down on one of the speakers.
"Who was it about?" I ask timidly.
"Mmm. A gentleman never tells." He smirks, folding his arms behind his back and slowly walking towards me.
"Well, you said the name Townes, so I assume it's about someone named Townes." I smile, but he keeps the same mischievous look on his face as he walks closer to me.
"She inspired it yes, but the lyrics could relate to anyone." He says mischievously as he approaches me, standing right at the edge of the stool I was sat on, looking down at me. Even when I was sitting down he was still taller than me.
He had a dangerous look in his eye, like James Dean or something. His close presence to me made my skin shiver and my heart rate increase. The tension just got much stronger in the room just with his close proximity. God— he drives me crazy.
"Anyone?" I ask, looking up at him as he stares down at me with dark eyes.
He hums in response before bringing his hand up to my arm, his fingertips slowly grazing my skin, causing it to feel lit on fire at the contact.
"Tell me Olivia— have you ever been called a good girl?" He asks, making my stomach literally drop and my heart start hammering in my chest. He's so close to me I can practically feel his breath on my skin.
"N-no." I say stammer out, as he dips his head down a little against the skin of my neck. He slowly brings his lips to my jaw, not kissing it, but just breathing against it.
"What a shame." He whispers against my skin before ever so lightly placing his lips against my jaw, immediately making my skin feel on fire and my heart to stop. His hand comes up and he lightly places it on my jaw, his lips ever so lightly kissing the skin.
He uses his other hand and places it on my hip, his fingers lightly pressing into the skin as he pulls me closer to him on the stool.
I close my eyes at the feeling of his lips against my skin, and I slightly tilt my head back, giving him more access to my neck. He takes that as a sign to start kissing a little rougher, his teeth slightly grazing the skin.
"Har—" I begin to breathe out, but immediately stop myself.
"That's ok baby." He mumbles against my skin, "You can say it."
Fucking hell Harry you're making this hard for me to think straight.
"I-I can't." I breathe out.
He immediately pulls away before shrugging and turning around carelessly, "Ok."
"Umm— Im sorry. I just don't want to have sex wit—"
"What? You thought I was going to have sex with you?" He asks, turning around and revealing a small smile on his lips.
"Oh— um, well I d-dont know it just seemed like... I don't know." I shrug, growing uncomfortable with everything. How did I let this happen?
"Sorry Olivia, but I don't want to have sex with you. I can pleasure you if—"
"What? No!" I exclaim, shaking my head.
"Uh ok. Well then just forget it ever happened." He says, turning around and walking back to his guitar.
What the hell just happened?
alright guys! this is kinda the first chapter i've done with some sexual content, so my apologies if it's kinda bad hahah.
anyways, let me know how you're liking it so far and if i should do more chapters like this!
(there won't be too much smut in the story, but if you guys would like more chapters like this with minor sexual content then that's ok)
also wanted to make it clear that they did not kiss in this chapter. harry kissed her neck, but they have still yet to share a real kiss :)
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