Hidden Love || n.h.

Chapter 8

OLIVIA'S POV

"Thanks again Perrie." I say to her before she drives off. She gives me a smile and a wave. I waved back before turning around and going inside.

I quickly showered and changed into my pajamas. My parents were already in bed, so they didn't notice that I came home early from "sleeping over at Perrie's."

I hopped in my bed and turned off my lamp. I covered my body with the thick comforter and I was too tired to go on my iPad. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard something clang on my window.

Which was kind of weird, since my room is on the second story. I just ignored it and snuggled back into the cover and closed my eyes. The clanging continued.

I huffed and got up from my warm bed. I was only doing this for Noelle's sake. I opened up the window when it hit me.

Literally, a pebble came flying at my forehead. I cursed under my breath and stuck my head out of the window.

"Who's there?" I call out.

I was shivering, it was late October and the wind was blowing, and I was in a tank top.

"Olivia?" a voice asked. I recognized the voice right away-- Harry's.

"Harry?" I say. I look down at the driveway below, and sure enough, I can see Harry's body figure.

"We need to talk." he called out.

"At 3AM? When I'm at my house? No thanks." I snap and begin to shut my window.

"Wait!" Harry yells. "Just for 5 minutes? Please?"

I huff. "I'll be right down."

I shut the window and sprint out of my room and run down the stairs. I slip on my moccasins and open the front door. I make my way to the driveway where Harry was and shivered.

I was still in my pajamas, and its fucking cold. Harry was in a hoodie and pants, I was in a tank top and yoga shorts from Aeropostale.

"Hey." Harry says awkwardly, walking towards me.

"Hi."

I cross my arms and goosebumps rose on them. I'm gonna die from hypothermia out here.

"Do you want a jacket or something?" Harry asks me.

"Yes!" I exclaim. "I mean, if you have a spare..."

"You can just use mine, it's not that cold out." Harry says, pulling off his hoodie. He was left in a plain black T-shirt and I slipped on his hoodie.

It was really big on me, it even covered my shorts. Oh well.

"What did you need to talk about?" I ask him with my bitch mode turning on.

"Look, I'm really sorry," he says in a quiet voice. "I was super drunk and didn't know what I was doing."

"Okay." I say, staring at the ground.

"It's not okay," he adds, "I probably would've ended up raping you or something if Niall didn't come. That's how drunk I was. I know it's not too much of an excuse, but I hope you know that I don't have any feelings towards you in that way. We all know you're Niall's property."

I listened to him silently until he mentioned that last part. "What?"

"I said we all know you're Niall's property."

"No I'm not!" I protest. I am no one's property. Niall said he didn't like me anyways.

"Uh, yeah you are. Pay attention."

"He doesn't even like me!" I insist.

"Says who? He's told just about everyone at school that you're his."

I gulped. "But... what about him an Barbara?"

"They were never a thing. Niall just liked to fuck random girls a lot."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever."

Harry cleared his throat. "So... we good?"

"Uh, yeah. We're good." I agree, and he smiles.

"Hug?" he laughs, and I nod.

"Hug." I say, and we hug each other. Im still wondering how Harry knew where I lived, but I'll ask him a different day. Just then, a car pulls into my driveway. I looked to see who it was at this time of night, and I recognized that car too well.

Niall's.

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There's your update brudds. Ily

~ Melea