A/N:
Haiii, I just wanted to say thank you for everything, all the votes, comments, & reads. I never thought anyone would even read this story. Thank you <3
PS- Also if y'all forgot Jacob is Travis' boyfriend, and who took Olivia home.
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- Jacob's POV-
I know Olivia is completely wasted. So, I knew it was the right thing to take her home.
When I got to her house, I went around to the backseat and helped her out. Then I picked her up bridal style.
I walked to the front door, and she gave me her keys. Once I got the door open, I gave them back to her. When I walked inside I thought I'd set her on the couch, so then I have to find the livingroom. I walk down a hallway, I see two couches, so I walk that way. I furrow my eyebrows seeing a guy on the couch, Olivia looks surprised.
"Harry?" She gasps.
Okay, so she knows him then.
"What the fuck Olivia!" He slams his hand down on the table.
She quickly scrambles out of my arms, and onto her feet.
"I promise you it's not what it looks like!" She says nervously.
"Oh really?" He says sarcastically laughing.
"Uhm, yeah it's really not dude.." I say, hoping to help the situation.
"This is bloody entertaining." He says shaking his head.
Oh, he British.. that's sexy. Okay, Jacob stop you have a boyfriend!
"Harry just wait, listen okay?" Olivia says seriously.
"What to tell me you supposedly weren't going to have a one-night-stand?" He says.
"Baby, I promise you-" Harry cuts Olivia off.
"DON'T FUCKING MAKE ANY PROMISES YOU DON'T MEAN!" Harry screams angrily.
"I DO MEAN THEM! HE WAS JUST BRINGING ME HOME!" She shouts back.
"Yeah, to fuck you." He says.
"NO-" Olivia was about to say, but I cut her off.
"I'M GAY!" I shout, hoping for them to stop fighting.
"What?" Harry says looking confused.
"I seriously was only helping Olivia home. I'm dating her best-friend Travis." I state.
By then Olivia starts stalking to her room. Well.. Trying to, she wobbles slightly from the alcohol.
"Mate, I'm sorry." He says sincerely.
"It's alright, man." I say waving my hand. "Uhm, I should be going." I start walking away.
"Okay.. Sorry again. Thank you for bringing my girl home." He tells me.
"She's your bird?" I ask, testing out the British term, laughing at myself as I fail miserably.
Harry looks at me weird and then continues. "Yeah... hopefully."
"Women are difficult, have fun!" I say, as I'm leaving.
"Yeah," He sighs.
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-Harry's POV-
If I would've just let her explain.. I wouldn't have to be dealing with this.
I bang on her bedroom door once again.
