Still the one *Harry Styles fanfiction*

Catching up

Still the One *Harry Styles fanfiction"

Part 5- Catching up

Harry's POV:

"Hey Harry," Olive shyly smiled as I said her name.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I picked her up off the floor and spun her around in my arms.

"BLOODY HELL OLIVE! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! WHEN'D YOU MOVE BACK TO LONDON?!?!"

She quietly giggled at my response.

What the hell?

Where was my loud, fun, crazy best friend from four years ago? Maybe she wasn't used to me just yet.

And that's when she surprised me.

"HARRRRRRRRRREH! I MISSED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH! I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO RECOGNIZE MEE!" She screamed even louder, if possible.

I was surprised by her cursing. She was always the goody two shoes...

"So what are you doing in London?!" I asked, the gorgeous girl in front of me.

It was true. She was gorgeous.

She was so different from the chubby, short, geek from middle school. It was amazayn how she changed so much.

In eighth grade she was 4'11" and189 pounds. Now she was probably 5'9" and 90 pounds, or something like that.

One thing was for sure though, she was finally a girl.

She had boobs, a butt, a waist, and a sexy body.

Wait, what!? What am I saying?! I cant call my best friend sexy.

I must have been staring into La La Land, because I looked down to find Olive waving her hand in front of my face, giggling at my expression.

"HARREH! ARE YOU IN THERE!?" She screamed loudly right into my ear.

"AAAAAAH," I screamed expressing the pain I felt. I clutched onto my ear and stared back at her, as if to say, "What the hell?!"

She just giggled. Damn her laugh was sexy. It was also contagious. A few seconds later, I was laughing along with her.

"I moved to London 3 days ago for college," she said, finally answering my question. A cheeky smile was plastered on her face.

I saw a blush spread across her cheeks as she caught me checking her out. I noticed that she had a dimple on her left cheek, and her eyes changed from green to blue, every now and then.

All these little things added up to her, and made love her even more.

We stood like this for a few minutes, just staring at each other. I looked her up and down, my eyes lingering on her breasts.

She cleared her throat, amused and slightly annoyed and then awkwardky said, "I should probably change..."

I laughed at her awkwardness and then plopped myself onto the sofa as she grabbed an outfit and headed to the bathroom.

I decided to look through her flat. Rude, I know. Invasion of property. But she was my best friend, so I don't think it really mattered.

I stumbled across her suitcase and pulled out a black, lacey bra. My mind suddenly occupied dirty thoughts. I wanted to be the one to take this bra off of her. I wanted to be the one to undress her and get her in my bed.

"What the hell are you thinking, Harry?!" I mentally face palmed myself.

This was my best friend. Not some sort of sex doll. I had to control myself. But bloody hell, she was fit.