inspirations // harry styles

chapter five // aftermath.

Olivia's POV

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I quickly hit the silence on my cellphone, which has been ringing non-stop the past half hour and I've just been too lazy to turn it onto silent mode. It's been Tea and I'm just not in the mood to go into a second-by-second play of my date last night.

A smile creeps onto my face as I recall my surprisingly great first date with Harry last night. After we danced the night away at the club his friend - who I found out is his manager, not his friend - owned, then he drove me home. We sat in his car just talking for a long time. It was my turn to find out about Harry, who still was a bit of mystery up to that point. And after we realized that it was nearly two in the morning, he walked me to my front door and he even gave me a good-night kiss!

I trace my fingers over my lips, trying to savor the feeling of his kiss. It was a very different kiss. I have never experienced a kiss like that with Tate - the only other boy I've kissed. After we kissed, I couldn't even think of anything else. It's as if my brain turned to mush. That has never happened before.

Dragging myself out of bed, I throw on a sweatshirt and groan my entire way downstairs to the kitchen. Both my parents are out of town for work, as they always are, so it's no surprise when I see mom's credit card sitting on the counter with a note that says,

'Don't go overboard, Olly'

I roll my eyes and pull out a bowl of Fruity Pebbles, pouring myself a hearty bowl and settling in front of the couch. I flip through the channels until I land on 'Toddlers and Tiaras' and I smile to myself. This is what summer vacation is all about.

Not even five minutes later, I hear the front door being opened from down the hall. I mute the TV and listen carefully.

"You can ignore your phone all you want, but you forget that you gave me a spare key!" Tea's loud voice echos throughout the entire house.

"You should know better than calling me before noon," I grumble, showing my morning-crankiness. I can't even fully function until the afternoon. I've been this way since I was a kid, it used to drive my parents insane!

Tea appears in the living room, looking as she always does; ripped jeans and a baggy vintage t-shirt with a pair of clunky combat boots. I take notice that her red streaks in her hair are replaced by purple ones.

"I tried getting a hold of you as soon as you left to warn you that your date isn't just some cute, British guy, he's actually-" She plops down on the couch beside me, talking nearly a mile per second.

"Harry Styles from the boy band One Direction?" I finish her sentence for her, "I know," I chuckle. Did she really think I went the entire night without finding that out?

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going on a date with a celebrity? You always tell me everything!" She whines, feeling left out and frustrated.

"Because I didn't know when I agreed to go on a date with him. You know I've never seen who One Direction is. They aren't my usual artist of choice. He broke the news to me mid-way through the date," I answer, causing her to let out a sigh of relief.

She sits back on the couch, propping her feet up on our coffee table. Frowning, I kick her feet off of the clean table, causing her to roll her eyes.

"How was the rest of the date?" She asks, making herself at home now that she's done screaming at me.

Tea liked talking about boys with me, but she isn't one for girlish gushing. She can stand a few small details, but if I start to rant about how gorgeous his eyes are, or how funny and charming he is, or about how his kiss made me feel weak at the knees, then she'll just tune me out.