deviant // harry styles

3. LINGER

linger: the cranberries
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The sun was blazing today, and I definitely was burning some calories. Although these boys weren't all that great at the game, it was still two against one.

I just couldn't help but think about what Harry had said in the car. Do people really think of me as a buzzkill? Why don't I get invited to parties?

"Let's take a break," Will said between pants. I nod and take my hat off to readjust my hair. 'Wannabe' by The Spice Girls started playing from my phone, and I ran over to pick it up. I answer the call.

"Hiya," I say without looking at the collar-ID.

"Hey sweet!" My friend, Stacie, chirps into the phone. "Whatcha up to?"

"I'm at tennis." I bend down to grab my water bottle from the duffel bag. "What about you?-"

"Fucking perv!" Will snaps. I turn around and I see him giving Harry the death stare, but I choose to ignore it; not my business.

"Oh nothing, I'm just totally freaked about Jason Oliver's get-together tonight. That's actually why I called; he told me to ask if you wanted to come," Stacie says.

"O-oh! Yeah, I'd love to go! Yeah.. Yeah, that'd be great! What time?" Jamie Oliver? The linebacker? He asked me to come along to his house?

"Eight o'clock. I'll pick you up?"

"Sure. I'll see you then, Stace." I hang up the phone and skip over to the boys.

"What was that about?" Will asks.

"I just got invited to Jamie Oliver's get-together at his house tonight."

"Jamie Oliver? His older brother was an ace supplier-," Harry started but Will punched him in the gut. "Never mind."

"Session's over, Hannah; I'm tired." Will whines.

"Fine. I guess I am, too."
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"I'm sorry I couldn't have played with you today, sweetie, there was an emergency at work and I just had to be there," my dad said as I stuffed quinoa salad into my mouth.

"S'okay." I smiled and nodded. "I got invited to an affair at Jamie Oliver's house tonight at eight." I swung a foot back and forth and played with the hem of my jeans that I had changed into.

"That's wonderful! He got an award for football, didn't he?" My mom furrows her eyebrows I nod. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, mom. It's just a friendly gathering. Nothing like that."

"Oh, honey, you are so smart. You see, Will, she has balance in her life. She helps with the church, manages good grades, keeps up with tennis and cheerleading, and gets out with friends all at once. You could learn something."

"The only thing I could learn from her lifestyle is that not all cheerleaders are cool." I gasp and throw an asparagus at him from across the table; so does my mother.

"Don't speak to her like that, Will, she really works hard." I sip my water. "She's even still a virgin!" I choke on my water and go into a fit of coughs.

"Really, mom?!" I choke out. "We have a guest!" I look at Harry and he was staring at the tablecloth, looking like he was daydreaming, with the tiniest smirk on his face.

"You're right, you're right, I'm sorry." I hear a honk outside.

"Thank god," I whisper. "That's Stacie. I'll be back, I love you!" I jump out of my chair.

"Call us if you need us," My father calls out.

"Yeah, sure," I mindlessly call back as I walk out of the door. I hop into Stacie's Mazda Miata and pull down my sunglasses that I grabbed onto my eyes.

"Are you excited?!" She asks as she turns the radio down a bit.

"Totally. I'm bugging a little though, what if he thinks I'm a buzzkill?"

"What? Who says you're a buzzkill?"

"Harry Styles." The car jerks forward and I thank God for seat-belts.

"Like, the Harry Styles?"

"Well, I only know one Harry Styles," I laugh.

"He's, like, bangin'. I saw him in the store the other day and he looks like a total jailbird; it's hot." She laughs. "Hey, remember when you had that huge crush on him when we were, like, fourteen?"

"Oh god, yes," I cringe and blush. "He's staying at our house for the summer since his parents are out of the state."

"You're lying," her jaw drops.

"No, Bible! It's true, he came last week."

"Why am I just hearing about this?!"

"I mean, I can't really call you and be all, "Hey, Stace, remember Will's best friend that I was in love with when we were fourteen? Yeah, well he's staying at my house!", when we is in the room next to me."

"Uh, yes you can!" She sighs. "I could get down with him."

"Oh, Stace, he's basically my brother!"

"You shut up, you know you would too." We pull up to Jamie's house and the streets are packed with cars.

"I didn't know it was a party," I tell Stacie.

"Neither did I. I guess word got out to the freaks and they tagged along," she shrugged.
We parked and walked into the house, and I could immediately smell the lit cigarettes in the house.

I take in my surroundings and notice that there are no "freaks" here. None. Just jocks from our school and unknown tall, muscular boys with solo cups in their hands.

"Holy shit. Those are frat boys." Stacie whispers in my ear.

"Stacie!" Jamie Oliver calls out from the stairs, causing people to look our way. "And I see you brought Hannah." He walks over to us and hugs Stacie, kissing her cheek. He then comes up to me and takes my hand, kissing the back of it gently.

"How's it going?" He looks up at me.

"Fine, thanks. How'd'ya do?" I pull my hand back slowly.

"Mighty fine. Let me get you a drink," he smiles.

"Oh, alright." I nod and smile. As he walks away, Stacie jumps in front of me and shakes my shoulders.

"Hannah! He is digging you!"

"You really think so?" I scrunch my nose.

"Absolutely." She nods. "He asked me to invite you and he kisses your hand? Are you blind?!"

"I guess you're right."

"How are you not wigging out? That's Jamie-damn-Oliver who just asked you if you wanted a drink!"

"I just don't know him. He could be mean."

"You're crazy, girl."
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nobody is reading it tho so dat sucks but o well