The Boy Next Door

Chapter Thirty-One

Olivia May awoke to feel refreshed. Olivia felt on top of the world. Not a soul on planet earth could ruin the happiness bubbling inside her. She skipped her way towards her best friend's house. From the moment she awoke, she had to see him. Harry. His name was different today. It sounded different. Maybe it was because they had been intimate. Whatever it was, she liked it. The change in their friendship had changed her. She only hoped it changed him as well. Climbing the latter to his open bedroom, she smiled as the morning breeze whipped through their peaceful street. She froze at the sound of giggling. She rolls her eyes at her silliness, knowing it had to be Gemma. "Harry I..." Olivia May is surprised to see a giggling Katie Smith tangled in the sheets she had gripped hours prior. As Harry and Katie had both met her eyes, Olivia scoffs in disbelief. She shakes her head and rushes down the latter toward her house as the tears begin to pool. How could I have been so stupid?? He hadn't even called it quits with Katie. What the hell was she thinking?? "Olivia!" She hears Harry call after her from the open window. She ignores him and continues to her awaiting latter. "Olivia May!" He yells. Harry is now racing after her. "What, Harold?!" She screams in anger from her latter. "Come down here!" He demands, causing her to scoff. She clicks her tongue. "Excuse me?!" "You are in no place to be making demands to me, Harry Styles." "Liv, it's not what it looked like." Olivia shakes her head. "Oh, really?" Olivia stands on her latter with her hands on her hips. "Tell me then, Harry, what's it like." He sighs, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "Her grandfather died, Liv!" "I was comforting her," Harry explains. "In your bed!" Olivia counters in disbelief. Harry rolls his eyes, an arrogant smirk crosses his face as he licks his lips. "We weren't having sex, Liv, if that's what you're implying." Olivia lets out a sarcastic laugh. "So what if you were?" "You're not my boyfriend!" "You can stick your stupid small dick wherever you please!" Harry chuckles, making his way up her white latter. He stands before her and smirks. She gulps at the proximity.
"You're right, Olivia May." "I'm not your boyfriend, but you want me to be," Harry Smirks cockily as he studies her face. "No," Olivia says with sass. "Liar." Harry chuckles, leaning in and tucking her hair into place. He grazes her awaiting lips before pressing his pink lips softly to her own. "Don't kiss me you jerk!" Olivia scolds. "You have a girlfriend!" Harry's shakes his ringed index finger at her, clicking his tongue. A smug look crossing his face. "Oh, shit, you're right!" "I do have a girlfriend!" She hums, rolling her eyes. "It's too bad I already broke it off with her." Olivia gasps. "You broke up with her?!" "Harry!" "Her grandfather just died!" "Jesus!" "I may not be a member of the Katie Smith fan club, but are you kidding me?!" Harry chuckles, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Relax, love." "I broke it off with her last night." "You broke up with her at your pre-birthday party?" She asks. Harry nods. Olivia gives him a confused look. "Remember when we were dancing at the pub and you kept asking me where Katie was?" Olivia nods. "I was drunk and I told her I had feelings for you and that I was no longer interested in perusing a relationship with her." He explains. "Oh." Olivia says. "Oh?" Harry chuckles. Olivia blushes. "At least you two were...um already broken up when we." Harry smirks. "When you sucked my cock and I ate you out?" Olivia's eyes widen. "Harry!" "What a filthy mouth!" "You didn't seem to mind my filthy mouth last night when it was buried between your thighs." He winks. Olivia blushes, looking down at the ground in embarrassment. "Come on, now, Olivia May." He lifts my chin. "Don't get all shy on me now, darling." "I've made you cum." He says smirking. Olivia sighs, leaning her head against his hand. "So, where do we go from here, Harry?" He smiles, kissing the top of her head. "Wherever the road takes us, Olivia May." "Harry?" "Hmm?" "Happy Birthday." Olivia smiles.