-Olivia's POV-
I woke up first in the morning, shocker since I usually never get up before Harry. When I go downstairs I see the broken picture frame, that Harry had knocked down when he punched the wall. There's also a huge hole in the wall.. I guess I should fix that.
First I get a broom, and sweep up all of the glass. I then pick up the picture frame, that now has no glass, and place it on the couch. I look closer at the picture and see it's him and Anne. Adorable picture I must say.
"It is a good picture."
I jump and squeal. He scared the fuck out of me!
"Harry!" I scold him.
"What?" He asks laughing.
"You terrified me!" I tell him giggling.
"I'm sorry baby," He say wrapping his arms around me from behind. He then starts kissing my neck, having easy access since my hair is in a messy bun.
"It's o-okay." I half moan. Nobody's ever made me moan before.. I start blushing realizing my moan probably sounds stupid.
"Babyyyy, don't moan."
"I know that was so embarrassing, I probably sounded really stupid, and-"
"No, no babe. I mean your turning me on." He purrs in my ear.
"What do you mean?"
"Your making me hard." He says sucking on my earlobe.
"No, I mean how would that turn you on? I probably sounded really dumb." I say shyly.
"Sounded dumb huh?" He says and turns me around to show me his buldge.
"Oh my gosh." I say and hide my face in my hands.
"I think I should be the one embarrassed babe." He laughs.
"But, I-I made you..."
"Yes, you made me get a hard-on. Are we clear enough?" He chuckles.
"Clear." I squeak.
"Don't put yourself down, your very sexy." He says pulling my hips towards him.
"No, your sexy baby." I complement him, and start sucking on his neck, giving him a hickey. Then I start kissing down his jawline.
"Don't start something you can't finish love," He warns.
"Who says I won't finish it?" I ask innocently.
"Fuck babe," He groans
I get on my knees, and start pulling down his sweatpants.
"Wait," He stops me.
"Yeah?"
"You don't have to do this, if your not ready." He assures me.
I sigh, knowing I haven't done this, and I'll probably be awful at it.
"It's not I don't want to, I don't know how." I mumble.
I then get up and walk over to the couch, Harry follows me, and sits next to me holding my hand.
"I'm a virgin Harry." I tell him.
"I know."
"What?" I asked. How does he know?
"Well, I could kind of tell you lack of experience.. that's okay though, it's actually a turn-on to know I'm the only guy who's touched you,"
I nod, understanding.
"Also, your known for being the Playboy model who's a virgin."
"How'd you know that?" I ask.
"Don't think that I didn't know who you were, I knew. I just didn't tell you."
"Oh, so you have like.. Seen my pictures and stuff." I say timidly.
"Yup." He replies popping the 'p'.
"Anyways, why were you down here cleaning?" He asks, changing the subject.
"I woke up, and saw the mess. I thought I could help." I tell him.
"It was my fault Olivia, I could've cleaned it up." He says.
"But, I wanted to."
-Harry's POV-
I'm glad that Olivia wants to help, but it was my fault and I feel bad that she cleaned it up.
"It was my fault Olivia, I could've cleaned it up." I tell her.
"But, I wanted to." She says.
She's so sweet. She goes out of her way, just to help other people. I've been noticing this for a while now, but I think I'm falling for her. Let's hope this doesn't turn out like the last time.
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A/N:
Shorttttt, & It's a filler... Sorry!
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