Olivia
I could seriously slap Harry right now. Trying to be cute, talking about our kiss like that. Just barely changing the details. God he makes me so angry! I can't believe I put myself in this position in the first place. I still don't understand what was going through my head when I kissed him last night. That was bad enough. And the way I kissed him. If it would have been just a kiss, I think I could easily forget about it. But I let it go on for way too long. And letting him touch me the way he did. I feel so guilty. I was all set to tell Liam this morning. But when I saw his face I knew I couldn't do it. I didn't want to see that look of betrayal on his face, knowing I put it there. Then he was so concerned, thinking my weird behavior was about being nervous to tell my family the big news today. It made me feel like such a shitty person. All I could do at that point was tell him how much I love him and how much I can't wait to move in with him. I think part of me was trying to remind myself.
I thought after that I was in the clear. But now I'm so worried Harry is going to spill first. I'm still talking myself down from my mini panic attack when I hear a knock at the door. I'm expecting to see Liam on the other side, there to try and comfort me again. But when I open the door, its Harry, not Liam.
"You ok?" He asks, his hand resting on the door frame so I'm trapped. He's smart. Always one step ahead of me. I was definitely considering fleeing.
"I'm fine." I spit back at him.
"Don't be so uptight. I thought I was pretty clever. Funny actually." He says, his face stretching into that charming dimpled grin of his.
"Clever? Funny? Liam knew I went back to the pool to get my phone. He could've easily put it together that it was me you were kissing, not Ashley." I remind him.
"I thought we were calling her Trashley?" He says, still grinning.
"You're walking a fine line Harry." I warn him.
"I know. So when are you going to let me cross that line again." He says in a low seductive voice. He takes one step closer to me and I step back automatically.
"Stop it. I don't know what came over me last night but that was it. It's not happening again. And it's never to be spoken of again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Your words are clear. But your cheeks are flushed, your breathing rapid and your lips parted. Your body language says the complete opposite." He taunts me.
"Really? And what is my body language saying?" I ask with a humorless laugh.
"You're excited just being near me. You're remembering my lips on yours. My hands on your skin. You can't deny that you didn't like it. I heard the sounds coming from your mouth. Trust me. I didn't do anything you weren't ok with. More than ok with. You were practically begging for it."
"You are so damn cocky. Don't you feel even the slightest bit guilty about all of this? Liam is one of your best friends." I remind him.
"Didn't you read my note? I'm past thinking about whether this is good or bad. Right or wrong. Liv, I have to have you." He says, stepping forward, his fingertips tracing my jaw, down my neck to my collar bone.
"You're impossible!" I tell him, snapping out of it and stepping back away from his touch. "If you can't behave yourself, you're going to just have to stay away from me."
"Behave myself? You really think this is all my fault don't you?"
"It is all your fault! You keep getting in my head, making me confused. I can't deal with it anymore!"
