Love is Lame

Chapter 22

OLIVIA

Christmas morning, Harry woke me up at seven like the five year old he is. He hardly even let me get out of bed, he was jumping around like an animal.

"Merry Christmas baby! I love you soooooooo much!" He made his voice change octaves as he said 'so' and I laughed. He pushed the hair that was around my neck away, sneaking a look at the hickey he had given me.

"That takes talent." He smirked, kissing my cheek and pulling me out of bed.

"Merry Christmas - fuck," I winced as I stood up and pain shot through my body.

Harry's face fell as he wrapped his arm around me to hold me up. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "Fuck my stomach hurts." I brushed through my hair and moved it so it covered the hickey.

"I can give you some midol when we get downstairs." Harry offered, frowning.

"That would be great, it just hurts to walk," I squeezed my eyes shut.

Harry surprised me as he lifted me into his arms bridal style and carried me down the stairs. I laughed as we got to the base of the stairs and he carried me to the living room and sat me next to Gemma, who was laughing with a book on her lap. "Good morning!" Harry said excitedly as he walked into the kitchen.

"Merry Christmas," I laughed to Gemma. She rolled her eyes, probably used to her brothers pathetic Christmas traditions.

"Merry Christmas." She smiled. I tried to get situated but every time I moved my stomach turned in circles. I sucked it up as I moved against the edge of the couch and draped the blanket over myself. "Are you okay?"

"Stomach hurts," I said, hearing Harry whistle in the kitchen. There was also a stinging between my thighs, but Gemma didn't want to know that.

"I bet. We all heard you last night." She laughed and my jaw dropped.

"Please tell me you're kidding," I whispered and she laughed.

"Oh, no. We had to turn the movie up." She took a sip of her tea and I stared at her in disbelief. "I'm kidding!" She burst out laughing. "I only heard you when I went to go use the toilet so I plugged my ears."

I reached across the couch and slapped her arm as Harry came in with a pill bottle and a mug of tea. "Hey! Violence isn't the answer." We all laughed as Harry sat next to me and gave me the tea.

"Thank you," I smiled gratefully, taking a sip. He held a Midol in the air and I stuck my tongue out. Harry laughed as he placed it on my tongue and put his head on my lap.

"You guys are gross." Gemma rolled her eyes.

"Oh, is Gemmy jealous?" Harry made a puppy dog face. I laughed as I brushed his hair out of his face. Gemma flicked Harry off and we laughed. "How's your love life?"

"It's existent, actually," Gemma said, proving her point. "Just not as existent as yours." Her voice fell a little bit, feeling small. Harry frowned and Gemma just kept talking. "And my God, you two fucking up a storm last night and then you come down here and be all cutesie is not fair. I want to be cutesie. And I go to sleep by myself only to hear mum and Robin shaking the whole house. I'm so single that it hurts."

I laughed and Harry was trying to hide his smile. "We'll go out one night, just me and you and we'll get you a boy to fuck."

"I didn't need to hear that." Harry said, moving his head so he was on his side, facing me.

"I didn't need to hear you two or mum last night but I did so grow up." Gemma said, flicking Harry's foot. We were all laughing by then and my stomach was feeling better.