CHAPTER 8-
Harry's POV.
I smile down at Olivia. She looks adorable. She puts her tiny hands on my chest, pushing me out the door. She shuts the door.
"Hey babe" I put my hands on her hips, leaning down towards her.
She shoves my hands away and pushes past me, walking briskly towards my car.
"Wait up Liv!" I call, jogging after her.
She abruptly stops and turns around. "Its OLIVIA" she emphasizes, "to you".
"Ok, Olivia" I grab her arm, tugging her to the car "let's go".
She gets in, slamming the door loudly.
"Well someone's feisty".
"Harry. Where are you taking me?" she demands.
I chuckle. "Guess".
"Dinner?".
"No".
"Movies?".
"No".
"Roller skating?".
"Nope".
"I give up! Just tell me," she begs.
"Nope".
Olivia's POV.
Harry turns down a street and I can hear booming music. He keeps going and finally stops at a house at the end of the street. He gets out and runs over to my side to open the door.
"You took me to a party?" I frown.
"Yup".
Wow. Who takes someone to a party on a first date? He obviously knows nothing about girls. He entwines our fingers and walks with me inside. The music is even louder in here; I'm almost tempted to cover my ears. There are people dancing, drinking, and smoking.
"Harry? I'm only sixteen" I stop walking and turn to face him.
"Cool ?" he says, turning to walk again.
But I stop him. "I shouldn't be at a party like this".
"Cmon, love, stop bein a baby. You'll be fine" he teases
I give him a dirty look and he chuckles. He tugs me into the kitchen, where 4 guys are standing around talking laughing and drinking.
"Harry, my man!" One with brown eyes and very very short brown hair comes over and gives him a bro hug.
"Whos the pretty lady Haz?" the blonde one asks, gesturing towards me. Harry's grip tightens on my hand.
"This is Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis They're my best mates" he points at each one of them when he says their names. One of them - Zayn I think - checks me out.
"Boys, this is Olivia. And she's mine" his voice dramatically lowers at the end and he leans down and kisses my cheek. Zayn looks a little suprised.
"Hi" I say shyly to them.
"Hi!" Louis screams. He runs over and gives me a bear hug.
I stumble backwards, my eyes wide.
"Easy, Lou" Harry pushes him off me.
"Sorry bout that. Lou's had a little more to drink than most of us" Liam laughs.
I notice Harry shift his position, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Harry? Go pee".
"Are you sure?..." he nervously glances at his buds.
I roll my eyes. "I can take care of myself! Go" I tell him.
"Erm, alright" he awkwardly walks away.
I turn to walk out of the room, but all of a sudden I feel a hand on my arm. I turn to face..Zayn.
"Dude, let go" I try to pry his hand off, with no success.
"Let's dance, baby" he winks.
My eyes widen as he tugs me to the 'dance floor'. He wraps his arms around my waist from behind. I remain motionless. He tries to get me to move, with no luck.
"Dance" he commands. But I don't.
"Dance!" he forces my hips to move, as I struggle to get away from him.
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