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-Harry's POV-
After Olivia walks away I'm still trying to calm myself down, and it's not working so well, so I grabbed a napkin and put it on my lap, so it just looks like I'm trying to eat properly. "I'm back." Olivia says, and smiles.
"Why are you eating with a napkin on your lap, we're at McDonalds." She says , and giggles.
I clear my throat so my voice doesn't come out husky.
"Errm , because where I'm from we do that." I say hoping she believes it.
"Oh, okay I didn't know that, I've never been out of the U.S." She replies, believing my lie.
"Well actually I was going to ask you if you could come with me to my hometown in England... because management wants us to stay together a lot." I ask.
"Serious?" She says smiling really big, and I notice she has a little dimple not on her cheek, but right by her mouth, it's adorable... "Uhhmm, yeah." I confirm.
"Okay, when do we leave?" She curiously asks.
"Tomorrow morning." I tell her.
"You give me just today to pack?!" She says like I just shot someone or something.
"Yeah....." I say kind of confused.
"Then your helping me pack, cause that isn't enough time!" She exclaims.
"Okay... I will." I say.
"Good, how about right after we eat?" She asks.
"Yeah, sounds good." I say.
"I have to go to the loo, excuse me." I tell her. But she raises an eyebrow at me.
"What's that?" She says curiously.
"What's what?" I say.
"A 'loo' ." She says.
"Ohhh, it's a bathroom." I reply, I forgot they don't use that term here.
"Okay, well I'm done, and I could see your done so I guess I'll wait for you at the exit?" She asks.
"Yeah okay." I smile. I wait for her to get up and leave so she doesn't see my hard-on. I go to the bathroom, to get rid of my 'problem'.
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-Olivia's POV-
I've been waiting for Harry, for like 15 minutes! How long could it take to get rid of a boner?! Yeah, I saw it.... He does a very horrible job at hiding it. It just always seems to happen with guys, I mean I know it's not their fault most of the time, but its just weird. My friend was like 'Be happy you can get a guy hard as fast you do.' But, that's all that guys want from me is to have sex. I want a guy who will like me for my personality, not for my body.
"Olivia, ready?" Harry asks, I guess he's finally done jacking off.
"What are you talking about?" Oops, I said that out-loud.
"Uhhmm, what?" I ask, playing dumb.
"How did you notice?" He asks blushing.
"How did I not?" I say giggling.
"I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate." Harry apologizes.
"It's not your fault." I say awkwardly.
"Yeah, but I try to be a gentleman as much as I can, so I should have looked away but I didn't." He says sheepishly.
"Why didn't you?" I ask... Oh gosh I shouldn't have asked, oh well can't take it back now.
"Well, I mean, your a Playboy model, don't you want that attention?" He says. That really pisses me off! I'm not a whore!
"No, that's what sluts want, bye Harry." I say really angrily.
Gosh, It seems like people are getting me really angry today. I really don't understand why people think that models want that kind of attention. Just because I'm a Playboy model, doesn't mean I sleep around. I plan on keeping my virginity until I'm engaged at least, so I know that marriage is being planned, and I wouldn't say yes to an engagment unless I've been with that guy for 2 years. I think that Harry probably didn't know better, and I was just over-reacting, because most Playboy models are sluts. So I jog back over to him, since he stayed put. "Olivia, I'm-" But I cut him off.
"No, it's okay, I understand that most of the models you've met are whores right?" I ask.
"Yeah, and I'm really sorry for assuming." He says apologetically.
"It's okay. Let me just tell you that, I don't sleep around, and I'm not like that okay?" I tell him.
"Okay." He says with a smile.
"So, lets go get you packed!" He says happily.
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-Harry's POV-
We get to her flat. Very big flat. She says to just wait on the sofa, so I do.
"Do you like tea..?" She asks blushing.
"Errm yeah... Why are you blushing though?" I ask her.
"Well... British people usually like tea... But, I didn't want to offend you.." She says.
I just chuckle and say, "It's okay love, I've heard that quite a lot since I've been here." I tell her.
"Oh okay! I do have tea, but I don't like tea... So I don't know how to make it. You can go make it though I don't mind." Olivia replies.
"Thank you." I tell her with a smile, dimples and all.
"No problem." She says returning the smile.
"Olivia! Why the fuck is there a guy here!"
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A/N:
This is once again on my iPhone... Sorry for any grammar mistakes! Also, please comment/vote! Thanks!
