Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Harry's POV

I've been awake for a couple of minutes now and it was too early for me. The sun was just starting to rise and I couldn't fall back to sleep anymore because of annoyance. I keep thinking about what I said last night and I keep asking myself to why the hell did I say a goodnight to her. She'll never think of me the way it was before. She's going to think that I'm all soft, friendly and shït like that.

Anyways, I've come to realized that saying "Good night" to her was like doing grocery shopping with her. It was to get closer to her and for her to think that I'm nice so it's a good thing if she thinks that I'm all soft and friendly so she would follow my orders and finally give in. I don't even fücking understand what my mind is thinking right now. It's all messed up and it's all because of her. All because of Olivia.

I remembered the list I've made to get closer to her and I've done some of those already like grocery shopping. So, in order for me to make use of the groceries we bought, I've decided to make dinner and eat with her. I didn't fücking sign up for this but the empty-headed boys and their tiny dim-witted brains made me do it. For pete's sake I just woke up and all I've been thinking ever since was how in the world can I make this girl wholeheartedly submit to me.

I grabbed my phone and searched for some recipes and how to get through a girl's heart. I think the same saying 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach' goes to some women out there but maybe not for this girl I'm with. I've also searched for some questions that I could ask her while we're having dinner.

After doing some research, I ate lunch alone and went back upstairs and into my room. I watched the footage from earlier to check if she has already eaten her lunch. She's free to eat whatever she likes but she's not allowed to roam around the house except for the kitchen, living room, and her room.

I was now watching what she's recently doing. She was just reading a book and sitting on the foot of her bed while swinging her legs back and forth. There are shelves full of books in her room and I wouldn't be surprised if she finishes them all because I barely hang with her or talk to her. I've also never seen her holding a phone or any gadget of some sort.

I turned off my television and went out of my room. She's only reading a book so I'm not planning to watch her every move today because I know she won't do any harm and it's time for her to have some privacy.

I've decided to go to another room. It was like my gym. I spend most of my time here when I'm bored or if I have nothing else to do. There were lots of gym equipments but I rarely use some. What I always use was the thread mill, bench press, dumbbells, cables and pulleys, pull-up bar, and a hyper extension bench. I don't remember some of the equipments I've used but that doesn't matter.

I did some warm ups first, removed my white shirt and started exercising. Whenever I put some force and my muscles stretches, all I could think of was her. Is she innocent? Vulnerable? Good in bed? Funny? What else?

No, no, no. I should stop thinking about her. Why am I even thinking of her? I'm supposed to be having a silent and self-loving time. I transferred to another equipment and think of something else other than her. I thought of the ingredients that I will use later. It's hours away till I get to eat dinner with her. I wonder if it's going to be casual or formal. I haven't told her about it. I wonder what she's going to say or do. Fück this, it's not working out.

I went out of the room and placed my shirt on top of my shoulder. I was about to go to my room and take a shower but decided against it because I was thirsty so I went downstairs to get some water.