Honestly.

Chapter 11: Olivia

Harry did everything possible for Olivia and I not to run into each other at the concert. He had called her earlier telling her not to come until after sound check, and told her he wouldn't be able to see her until after the show.

Before the show, Lambert kept eyeing Harry and I, as he tried to rework Harry's outfit to hide the hickies I had left behind; and though I had tried my best to hide mine with make up, some were too dark to completely conceal.

After dressing Harry, Lambert took me by the hand, and put me in a different outfit, similar to Harry's that covered more of the hickies but still looked cute

"You two. The death of me." He said, shaking his head and I shrugged at him, acting like I had no idea what he was talking about.

Des and I sat on the couch chatting, as Harry did his warm ups and got his ear piece on.

He walked over to us, "I wanted to introduce you to the band, but we couldn't do our usual ritual cause well you know," he laughed pointing to the outfit changes.

"It's okay, next time." I smiled at him.

I don't think he was thinking, or he simply didn't care, when he leaned down and kissed me.

I felt my eyes widen, and I could feel Des staring.

He pulled away and winked at me, and I knew he didn't care anymore, "I gotta get in my box now. I'll see you out there."

He left the room, leaving just me and Des and I refused to turn and look at my sister.

"Oh my gosh. Miera. Did he just? Have you two? Wait. Miera Jane, you fucked Harry Styles."

My eyes widened turning to her and shushing her, "Shut up Des! No I haven't, we've just," I swallowed and leaned in whispering, "Done everything else."

Before I could explain further, Harry's security came to bring us out to the concert. Harry in his efforts to keep us from Olivia, had placed us in front of the barricade, in the middle. Des couldn't contain one bit of her excitement and I felt so happy for my sister.

The concert was amazing. The energy, the fans. Harry kept coming over to where we were more than he should have, and the girls behind us shouted at us not to move so that he would keep coming over. We both laughed and nodded.

I turned around and faced the crowd, pulling out my phone to take a picture of them all. I got close ups of some of their signs, and then snuck some pictures of Harry as well.

My sister and I danced through the night, and just before the concert ended, my sister and I agreed to start making our way backstage to leave, making sure we avoided Olivia.

As we were heading out, a fan from behind me tapped my shoulder and called me over.

"I made Harry this shirt, can you please make sure he gets it."

I nodded, and put a finger up, taking out my phone, "Hold up the bag and smile," I yelled at her.

She did and I got the picture before taking the bag from her, "I'll make sure he gets it!"

We started walking out as Harry made his way back around the stage to us, waving bye as we left and we waved back.

We made our way to the door, and the security guided us back to the dressing room to get our things.

I opened the door to the dressing room, and saw two kids sitting on the floor and on Harry's chair was Olivia.

I stopped in my tracks, and just stared. She turned to look at me, her eyes so much more piercing in person.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"A friend of Harry's. Just grabbing our things." I said quickly, grabbing our things, bumping into Lambert on the way out.

"Mer! Just make sure you give that stuff back to Harry after, I gotta save it just in case."

"I will. Bye Harry!"

Des and I quickly ran out of the room, and I pulled out my phone texting Harry.

M: The master plan failed. Ran into O.

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My sister slept in my room that night, and I told her everything about Harry and I. I told her how I didn't know what I wanted and he didn't care.

She called me crazy for even having Ian as a thought in my mind, but I told her she didn't get it.

Eventually Des fell asleep, and I checked my phone for the 100th time tonight. Harry hadn't texted or called, and though I had no right to feel jealous, I did.

I turned to my side, opening up Twitter and scrolling through my feed. My first mistake.

Harry Styles & Olivia Wilde spotted out at dinner with her kids in tow. Are the break up rumors just that? Sources close to Olivia say she's still deeply in love with Harry, and hoping to work things out.

The article came with papped photos of them entering the restaurant. I felt my heart clench, and I locked my phone, putting it face down on my dresser.

Maybe Harry and I were just a way of wasting time while we found our way back where we belonged.

I closed my eyes and tried to fight the thought out of my head, but the picture of them was engraved in my mind.