Loved.

Dancing Angel

When I first walked in, she didn't notice me standing there, watching her dancing. She had headphones in with her back to me singing some song and dancing. Sensually. Very. Sensually. I instantly felt my pupils dilate and balls harden. My God, she has the best ass I've ever seen. And that long black hair. I could hear myself growl before I realized it and before my eyes, Olivia turned around and faced me. And no longer was her face at peace, calm, and happy. But furious, angry, and ready to rip me to shreds.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" I stood there, not knowing what to do in reply to her outburst.

"My goodness, you are such a stalker! Listen VERY clearly, ok? This," She pointed around her room,"is Olivia's room. Understand? Olivia's." Then she pointed to herself while saying everything slowly as if I was a child.

"And Olivia, me, doesn't want to see Harry, you. Understand?"

"Of course I understand, but why?" I asked.

"Because I don't like you!"

"Why?"

"Why not?" she but back.

"Because I'm a nice, charming, friendly, lovable guy." I surprised her by answering seriously.

"And don't forget big headed."

"I'm pretty sure I didn't forget anything."

"Listen! Why don't you just leave? Why do you want to see me so badly?" She seriously looked like she wanted to know.

"Because I lo-" I stopped mid sentence before I could tell her. I would just scare her off if I did.

"What?" she waited expectantly.

"Uh, I think your cool."

"Perfectly logical reason to basically stalk a person."

"I didn't stalk y-" I started to defend myself but decided not to lie, because honestly, that's what I've been basically doing. I just can't bring myself to stay away from her. She's just so amazing, and fiesty, beautiful, perfect, funny. There just isnt a word invented yet to descibe her awesomeness.

"Whats your favorite color?" I asked curiously.

"What?" She asked dumbfounded. Oh she looks so cute with her eyebrows scrunched like that and her lips pursed. I just wanted to kiss the life out of her.

"I said-"

She put her hand out to stop me,"I know what you said buttface, why do you want to know?"

"Because I want to know more about you!" I yelled.

"WHY!" She said exasperated.

"BECAUSE!" I yelled exasperated,"why does everything I do have to have a reason?! Can't I just do something for the simple reason of doing it!?"

"No!"

I was about to pull my hair out. this girl was killing me.

"Go on a date with me."

"What!?"

"Go on a date with me." I repeated.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Who's your favorite artist?"

"I don't have a favorite, anymore."

"Just pick a random one." I said.

"Umm, John Mayer."

"Great. Well I'll see you soon then."

"What the crap, fine."

And she turned around and put her earbuds back in. She didn't even look disappointed about me leaving.

That sucks.

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Ok, I hate this chapter with a passion but I had put something out so this is it. Please excuse the crappy job. This chapter is also unedited.

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