Love is Lame

Chapter Five

We got to the frat house that was just off campus. We walked in together with our distances as he looked around.

Frat parties are quite disgusting. Give it a few hours and people will be fucking on the couch. Beer pong, kegs, truth or dare, seven minutes in heaven, spin the bottle... all of that shit. It's only fun when you have alcohol in you and I'm scared of what Harry's going to think of me after tonight.

I grabbed a red cup and filled it up with some vodka and coke as Harry and I walked into the living room. I saw Zayn sitting with the football players and the art kids. Somehow they got along. I walked and leaned down to kiss him hello.

"Hey babe!" He said, kissing my cheek.

"You guys, this is Harry," I introduced him as he smiled with his hands in his pocket. I took his hand and squeezed it comfortingly as I took a drink.

"Aren't you in my history class?" Zayn asked Harry and he nodded.

"That's me." Harry replied. Everyone made small talk for a while and Harry kept his hand on me, clearly marking his territory to Zayn even though me and Harry aren't even a thing.

Music began to boom through the speakers, and my face lit up as I grabbed another drink. "Let's go dance!" I took Harry's hand and guided him out to the crowd of people.

I threw my arms around his neck and began bouncing and I saw him let loose a bit. I swayed my hips to the beat and let myself rub against Harry slightly. His hands found my waist as we both lost ourselves in the music. I could tell he had danced before. Multiple times. The way he knew exactly what he was doing with his hands, with his hips... it was a turn on.

I played with the hairs on the nape of his neck and felt the sweat trickle down. I giggled as I felt the alcohol get to me and we kept dancing through a few songs.

When I pulled him off the floor to refill my drink, he was smiling like an idiot, ear to ear. His dimples were deeper than ever, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"You're a great dancer," I told him as I took a sip and we went to sit on the couch.

"So are you," He said back at me as he pulled me closer to him on the couch. Usually I would reject but right now he seems to have control over me. "I didn't like seeing you kiss Zayn." He confessed as he turned towards me and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"I was just saying hello, it didn't mean anything," I promised him as his fingers traced the outline of my face.

"I want to be able to kiss you like that." He told me, his fingers slowly tracing my lips.

"Then do it." I said as he leaned towards me and crashed our lips together. His hands slowly made their way to my waist and pulled me closer to him as I put my hands on his chest.

His lips were soft and slow but I felt the fire he had ignited blowing up in my stomach and something told me it's going to take a lot of water to put it out.

"Livi!" I heard Zayn shout. I pulled away from Harry's lips quickly, turning to see him with Stacy. "Oh, sorry," He smirked as he saw what he interrupted. I felt Harry's hands still lingering on my waist and I didn't know if they were actually there or I was just imagining them and how amazing they felt.

"We're playing seven minutes," He told me. "You guys wanna join?" His words were slurring and I knew my answer right away.

"No, I think we're going to be leaving soon," I told him and looked to Harry, who was obviously shocked but was nodding his head.

"Alright, wear protection," He called as they walked away. I turned back towards Harry and saw him doing that stupid smile at me again.

"Your apartment?" I slurred as he nodded and stood up, taking my hand and guiding me to the front door. We rode in silence to his apartment, his warm hand on my thigh and an All Time Low CD in.

But I'm stuck in this fucking rut, waiting on a secondhand pick me up. And I'm over, getting older...

I don't know what I plan on doing when we get back to his apartment. I don't want to fuck him. Well, don't get me wrong, I do. But it's only been like two weeks and I'm drunk and that's not good.

We walked into his apartment and he instantly pushed me against the wall, his lips on mine and his arms on either side of me.

"Harry," I moaned quietly as he kissed my jaw. His lips were back with mine as he lifted my legs up and I wrapped them around his torso. His tongue massaged mine as he walked through his apartment and laid me down on his bed. He laid between my legs and his hands played with them hem of my dress.

"Jesus Christ Olivia, I want you so bad," He whispered as he flipped me over and unzipped my dress while slowly pulling it down my body. When it was off completely, he flipped me back over and his eyes nearly came out of his head. He drew a line with his index finger over my chest and down my stomach. I didn't want it to be obvious that I was getting goosebumps from him touching me but I knew he saw. He slowly traced the outline of my lacy underwear, my heart rate increasing. His pink lips were pouting and wet and I wanted nothing more then having them on my lips. His green eyes were darker than usual, but he still looked so innocent.

I wasn't used to boys looking at me the way he did. Usually it was a look of hunger. And I fed them. With Harry it was so much different. He looked at me with lust- but it was so much more. Like he cared about me. Like he wasn't going to leave me as soon as he was done.

"Harry," I said, trying my hardest not to make it sound sexual. "I can't."

He stopped kissing my neck and looked at me with droopy eyelids. "Why?"

"I want to. Trust me, I fucking want to. I just... I don't want to mess this up." I confessed as his fingers lightly ran up and down my stomach.

"You wouldn't ruin it." He promised me. I shook my head and traced the outline of his strong features.

"Harry..." I really wanted a way to explain this that makes sense. "I don't usually do... this stuff. You know, like, see someone. The last time I did was in high school and it ended really badly. And I don't want to ruin it by fucking you so quickly. I'm scared you won't see me the same." I said quickly. Please let him not hate me.

"You consider us to be seeing each other?" He asked, my face falling. As soon as he smiled I knew he meant it in a positive way and I smiled.

"I mean... yeah. I do." I said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "Don't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose I do." His accent was stronger than usual and I smirked at how cute he was with his hands on my body in the most intimate way possible.

"Why don't we just take things slowly?" I suggested and he nodded. "Do you have a shirt I can wear to bed?" I asked, smiling.

He pouted his bottom lip at me. "Can't you just stay like that?"

"Nope," I laughed as he got up and threw me a black t shirt. I pulled it over my head and laid back as Harry got into the bed.

"This shirt smells like you." I told him, rolling over and laying my head on his chest.

"What do I smell like?" He chuckled and I felt the vibrations of him talking under me.

"I don't know. Happiness. Childhood. Spearmint gum. Your smell reminds me of when me and my friends used to steal gum from the corner store." I laughed. "You look like a drug addict in a good way."

He laughed loudly. "In a good way? What does that mean?"

I shrugged, burying my face into his neck. "Don't ask so many questions. Just go with it." I told him as his hands wrapped around my body. His hands played in my hair and put me to sleep.

This is all so new to me. And I screw

everything that's good for me up.

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