More Than This - A Sequel

Dreams

This chapter is really just a side story. You don't have to read it. It just kind of gives you a little look into the past.

After I we had finished our twitter livestream, I took a little nap. I couldn't help but to dream of the day Harry and I first met.....

 "Does Conner even care that I come to his football games?" I whined to my mom as we walked along the sidelines of the football field. Fifteen year old boys ran past us after the ball. 

"Yes, Conner does care." My mom insisted. Honestly, I could have been doing much more important things than going to my older brothers football match. They lost every time anyway.

All I could think to do was give her a dirty look and grunt. My parents had already had a talk with me about my attitude lately. They said I was becoming a 'teenager' I was thirteen! Odviously I was!

We took a seat on the bleachers, and I pulled out the last Harry Potter book from my moms purse. I attempted to read it, but the hollering and screaming of the specators was much too distracting. All I wanted to do was read Harry Potter in peace!

"I'm going to read in the park." I told my mom as I jumped off the bleachers and walked across and empty field to the small quiet park. 

I took a seat on a bench and opened my book again. No one would bother me now.

After I was done the twelth chapter, I heard boys voices coming closer. I tensed up. Boys made me nervous. I never had a boyfriend even though every other girl at my school did. Not that I didn't want one, its just, none of them really looked at me like that. And if I did ever get asked out, I would probably say no. I wouldn't know what to do!

I tried not to look up. I knew that if they noticed me, they would just try to bug me. It happened a lot to me.

"James! You are such an arse!" One of the voices laughed. 

"You would do the exact same thing, Harry! The other shouted back. Good. At least there was only two of them. 

I looked back down at my book, I tried to read, but my shaking fingers wouldn't let me. 

"Oh! Hello!" One yelled. They were talking to me. I didn't look up. Maybe if I ignored them, they would go away. 

"I am hurt. You are ignoring me!" The same voice hollered. I could hear them coming dangerously close.

"Come on Harry, let's go. We odviously are not wanted here." The one named James suggested.

"No, I do not like being ignored. Especially by pretty girls." The one named Harry chuckled. I looked up at him angerly. Why did boys insist on treating me like rubbish? I was getting sick of it.

"Excuse me? I am a person! I can do what I want! And I don't appreciate you being so rude you arse!" I hollered at Harry, who turned out to be a slightly funny looking curly haired boy with some of his baby fat still there. James, who was a freckled red head burst into laughter. Harry looked taken aback.

"You are cheeky aren't you? Sorry, but I was actually complementing you. Doesn't happen often, does it?" Harry gave me a smirk. There was a special twinkle in his green-blue eyes, though James was much more fit and attractive.

"Please leave me alone. You have disturbed me enough for one day." I snapped, giving him a dirty glare.

"So you're saying I'll see you another day?" Harry asked. He had got me there. I was tongue tied.

"No! Just go away! Or I'll get my brother to belt you!" I threatened, clearly not phasing them.

"Is that the new Harry Potter?" Harry walked towards me and took the book.

"You read them?" I asked in shock. I was slightly warming up to him now.

He shook his curls. "No, but I love the movies." He chuckled. I couldn't help but to giggle.

"Ew. Dork talk. Meet you at the field Har." James scuffed and began walking towards the football match.

Harry took a seat on the bench. "My name is Harry." He held out his hand. I shook it. 

"I'm Olivia." This was the strangest thing in the world. Why was this stranger boy, talking to me like I was a girl?

"I think I'm going to call you Oliie." Harry smirked. 

"Ollie! Ollie! Wake up! This is a me and you day! Not a you and your eyelids!"