Love is Lame

Chapter Four

A week later I hadn't talked to Harry besides hello to him in literature. Chris was oddly quiet towards me, but not to Harry and I couldn't help but feel left out in their conversations. Occasionally Harry and I would make brief eye contact and he'd smirk but I tried my hardest to ignore the butterflies soaring through the stomach at top speed.

I didn't want Harry to think that I was a one-time-thing because it wasn't. After my nap in my dorm, I dropped him off at his next class and I went to work.

He's too good for me. I don't deserve him. He does his homework and pays attention in class. It blows my mind that he has a single tattoo, his looks are so deceiving. I would picture him

in khakis or a sweater vest of I only knew his personality. I always felt that pang of jealousy whenever I saw him talking to a girl even though I never have the balls to talk to him myself.

When I got up to leave literature, I felt a pair of huge hands grab my wrists and turn me around.

"Harry," I said. I couldn't help but think about how I said it a week ago in the front seat of his car and my senses became warmer. I felt my cheeks redden and he smirked at me, reading my thoughts.

"Hey, Liv," He said, letting go of my wrist slowly and walking beside me. I ignored his nickname for me just to piss him off and he continued. "How was your weekend? I saw you dancing with that Zayn kid at the party. You looked..." He was at a loss for words and I smiled so he couldn't see.

"Slutty?" I suggested. "Trashy? Terrible? Drunk?" I listed as he quickly shook his head.

"Let's hang out between classes." He gushed after a minute of silence.

"Can it not..." I trailed off hoping he would get my point. He arched his brows at me and I knew he didn't. "You know, end like last time?"

He smirked. "You didn't like it?"

"No! I loved it." I blushed. This is so awkward. "I just don't want you to think I'm like that... I'm not."

He was laughing at me. Why is he laughing at me? I felt so defeated as I began to walk faster ahead of him and I felt tears welling in my eyes. I'm always the one left humiliated when I let people into my heart.

"Olivia!" He called after me. I walked faster with my head down and tried to stop the tears coming out of my eyes. I never cry. Why is he making me cry?

"Olivia wait!" He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. When he saw my tears his face fell and he put his hands on both sides of my face. His fingers slowly rubbed my cheeks, wiping the tears away. "Why are you crying?" He hushed me but I pushed him away.

"Don't act like you fucking care, you just laughed at me to my face!" I shouted at him with a fire in my throat. I didn't know where it came from.

"I thought I was laughing with you!" He defended, his hands flying in the air.

"Does it look like I was laughing?" I shouted as a few people stared at us.

"You never laugh!" His voice got louder and now I see where the tattoos came from. I thought I was going to fall to my knees and cry and rip my jeans more. As I stood there shocked, he kept going as his face reddened and his breathing quickened. "Maybe if you showed some emotion for once I would know when you're sad! I like you, Olivia. I like you a lot." He started to calm down and I knew there was makeup running down my face.

"Don't fucking lie to me." I shot through my teeth. He nodded slowly as he came towards me.

"I wouldn't. I would never. I barely know you and I want to. I mean that." I saw a girl standing, watching us like we were a sitcom.