Drivers License [h.s]

prologue

I walk slowly up the rickety, wooden stairs. The snow has just begun to melt causing it to turn slushy beneath my shoes as I trudge my way to his apartment door. My keys swing obnoxiously around my forefinger as i hum an excited tune

I gently tap my knuckles against the beat down wooden door, impatiently shifting on my feet. After a few seconds it opens slowly, revealing a very tired looking Harry staring at me in curiosity

He has loose gray track pants riding low on his hips and nothing covering his chiseled arms and stomach. The butterfly adorning his chest makes me develop my own and i contain a gasp that's trying to escape my lips

"Olivia? How did you get here?" he scratches the back of his neck, eyeing me up and down. He probably assumes I broke some sort of law, that i drove here illegally just to sneak up on him. It's really the only assumption to make considering my mother wouldn't drive me. How could she? She doesn't even know about us. She can never know.

I grin, biting my lip subconsciously and hanging my lanyard in front of his face. It dangles back and forth a bit before he reaches out to get a better look. There, resting in the front plastic sleeve, is a perfectly straight, bright white drivers license

His eyes immediately dart to mine in shock "when did you-"

"Last week" I grin, hanging it back around my neck. He continues to stare at me, waiting for some sort of explanation

"And you didn't tell me?!" He rests his right arm on his hip and the other scratches his chin, shaking his bed in disbelief. I'm also surprised i could keep it from him for this long, i thought i would break by now. But this surprise was too good to spoil, we've been waiting forever for me to be able to drive

Why? You may ask. Well, considering i refuse to tell my mom i'm in love with a guy who is three years older than me, i'd say it's better to wait before letting her in on our little secret. Three years normally isn't a big deal, but when those three years happen to make you a minor and him an adult, lines become blurred and it's all too tricky to explain

"Olivia Martin" he scolds, grabbing my arm and staring playfully into my eyes "how dare you not tell me" i pry his hand off me, gazing square into his glazed sage eyes. I could get lost inside them

Instead of responding, I press my hand on his bare chest, giving him a light shove into his entryway. And close the front door behind me

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When i say short story i mean SHORT story. Oops. anyways yeah dont expect THAT much out of it, there wont be a complicated plotline or anything. Its just supposed to be simple... LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS! LOVE YOU! 

- ev