The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

Nothing In Particular

Chapter 45:

Harry's POV:

I was buried deep under my blankets when someone woke me up with their hands softly shaking me. "Harry, wake up," the voice sweetly whispered. I groaned and pushed myself even further into the comfort of my bed. "Wake up," the voice told me and shook me harder. I sighed loudly and uncovered my face from the covers.

"What?" I asked annoyed and squinted my eyes at the person who decided to wake me. The light blinded me for a few seconds before my eyes adjusted to see my mum. "I was just waking you because you said you were going to go sightseeing today. I didn't want you to start too late," she explained. I looked at my clock which read 9:28 in bright, red letters.

I pushed the covers off me and slowly sat up. "Thanks, Mum. Is Gemma awake?" I asked while stretching my arms over my head. Mum nodded. "She's getting ready right now, and I suggest you do the same," she smiled at me. "Thank you," I told her as she left my bedroom with a wave.

I sighed and reached my hand out towards my nightstand in search of my phone. I haven't told the others about our plans today. My fingers felt the sleek surface of my iPhone, and I pulled it towards me. I pressed the home button and smiled at the picture I set as my screen background. It was the photo I had AJ take of Olivia and I the first day of school. I had my left arm around her shoulders and made a thumbs up with both hands. Olivia was doing the same while showing of her adorable smile with dimples.

I finally stopped staring and allowed myself to unlock my phone. I pulled up my contacts and found the one I was looking for: Olivia the Beautiful. And if you are thinking, no, she did not set that as her name. I did. I clicked on her name and called her. As it began ringing, I placed my phone in between my shoulder and cheek as I stood up. I made my way over to my closet and fished around for clothes.

I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and walked over to my dresser. While picking out a shirt, a beep signaled my call was answered. "Hello?" Olivia's tired voice spoke. I chuckled. "Hey, babe," I told her and she huffed. "Why are you calling me so early!" she whined. "What? You don't want to talk to me?" I teased and she sighed. "Hold on a second," she instructed me.

I found a grey Ramones shirt while waiting to hear Olivia come back. A few seconds later, I heard rustling on the other side of our call. "Okay, I'm back. I just walked outside," she told me then chuckled. "Why'd you go outside?" I questioned her. "To wake up because somebody can't get enough of me," she joked and we both laughed. I noticed that her voice was fully back now, but I remember my Mum saying that sore throats and a lost voice can sometimes lead to getting sick. I silently sighed, hoping she wasn't getting sick.

"Well since I apparently can't. Do you want to go touring today? See the amazing things Holmes Chapel has to offer? All of us, plus Gemma?" I asked Olivia and she squealed. "Gemma will be there?" she questioned me even though I just said that. I chuckled. "Yes," I stated and she squealed again. "I can't wait to meet her! What if she doesn't like me?" she asked me in a worried tone. "There's nothing you have to worry about. I'm sure she'll love you. I'll see you soon? I say we meet at the nearby aquarium for 10:15? Marisa should know where it is," I suggested. "Sounds great! I'll tell the others. Bye, Harry," Olivia told me. I smiled as she said my name in her cute, American accent. "Goodbye, love," I spoke then we hung up.

I slid my jeans onto my body expertly since I slept in my boxers anyway. I went to pull my shirt on, when I spotted myself in the large mirror that hung on my wall. I usually avoided it because I felt insecure about my tattoos and, you know, extra... nipples. It's just not normal.

Whenever I used to be with girls all the time - when I used to have sex with them - they never really paid attention. They never cared enough to notice these things about me, meaning they didn't know. But Olivia, she cares. She didn't have to be in bed with me to notice. It was just a simple time when she took attention to me.