Best friend or Lover?

Chapter 12

We walked out of my room as if nothing had happened. We were holding hands, yes, but that doesn't change anything, we usually do. But this time it was different.

Harry eyed us as we walked out to sit at the table with them.

"Liv, your cheeks are red. Like flaming red! Are you okay?" Harry asked quickly standing up to check up on me.

"Uh...." I turned to face Marcel for a hot second and then turned my face back to Harry, "yeah, umm...why? D....do you think there's something wrong?"

"Nice save" Marcel whispered.

"Thanks" I whispered back.

"Yeah. Your cheeks are flaming hot. But your forehead doesn't feel hot, and your not feeling sick are you?" he asked.

"No. Im actually feeling really refreshed, like I just took a nice nap" Harry was thinking of what could be wrong as I turned my head to Marcel and winked.

He licked his lips and bit down on them. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him at his motion.

"Marcel? Do you know why her face is like this, you were with her?" Marcels' face grew a smirk on it without him even realizing it, "Marcel Styles!" he pulled him over to the side of the hallway.

"Did you..." Harry started.

"No. I couldn't. She wanted to, I wanted to, but then she told me she wasn't ready" Marcel interrupted.

"I was talking about if you slapped her back, since she slapped you. But I'm more interested in what happened in there...." Harry spoke making Marcel grow an embarrassed look on his face, "you know what, let's have this talk with Edward, Olivia, and Noah".

Harry grabbed Marcels hand and then grabbed mine. He dragged us to the table where Noah was sitting waiting for Harry. He walked outside the find Edward still chilling in the snow.

"Edward, your little brother and his "girlfriend" would like to explain something" is all he had to say to get Edward out of his chair and in the house.

We were all sat at the table. Marcel and I on one side with Noah, Harry, and Edward on the other. I am like actually really nervous right now, I hope he didn't say anything too bad.

"So....Marcel, Olivia. Got something to tell us?" they all stared the two of us down. Marcel took his hand and gripped my thigh and caressed it to help me stop shaking.

Noah cleared his throat, but no one said anything. "Olivia. Tell me, what did you do?" he took a look a me then at Noah. He looked back and forth multiple times, until he noticed his hair. Marcels' hair was still messed up from when I was pulling it. God I should have brushed it!

"Olivia Jackson! Can you come over here, please" Noah told me while getting up. So I got up and followed him to the hallway, "Olivia, did you....." I can clearly tell it was hard for these words to come out of his mouth, "do it?" he gulped.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "as if I'm ready, we...." he cut me off.

"Olivia, you know we can't lie here, and since mum is out for the week, you don't have to worry about her knowing. So tell me, did. you. do. it?"

"It...it was just a very intense kiss...." I quickly spoke.

"Oh my god." he looked as shocked as I ever have seen him, "Olivia. I heard something from your room but didn't bother going in there, I was too busy with the card game. J....just tell me the truth on this one, we're clothes taken off?"

My jaw dropped. I didn't know how to answer, do I tell the truth or do I lie? There's only one way to find out.

"No...." I answered.