The Deal (English)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

*Harry Styles*

I pulled out of Olivia and collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. I could hear her soft pants as she lay next to me.

"You know," I said, after a few minutes of silence as we tried to catch our breaths, "we should cuddle."

Olivia laughed. "What?"

"That's what people generally do," I pointed out, propping myself on a shoulder as I turned to face her, supporting my head with my hand, "after they have sex."

"That's what couples do," she raised her eyebrows, looking up at me.

I noticed her lips bruised from our desperate, hungry kisses, parts of her skin that was exposed above the blanket covered in the marks I'd left on her, her skin flushed, the blush spreading all the way to her breasts, her messy hair spread out against the pillow. I don't know why I'd never noticed how beautiful she was before. Not hot. I always thought Olivia was hot. But looking at her now, carefully, looking ather, I noticed how pretty she was. There was more to this girl than just her body, which was basically the first and only thing people noticed about her.

"And we're not a couple, are we?" I questioned.

"We're friends." she mumbled. "And by 'cuddle', if you mean round two, Harry, then I'm going to have to refuse."

I widened my eyes in mock hurt. "What?"

She laughed, and I watched as her entire face lit up. "I'm tired."

"That good, am I?" I asked her.

"Please, I did most of the work." she rolled her eyes. "Even when you were on top."

No I widened my eyes in almost real hurt. "That's not true."

"Yes it is," she said, sitting up. The blanket fell down to pool around her hips, revealing her bare upper body. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, as she threw her head back and arched her back and stretched. I licked my lips slowly as I watched her, before remembering what she'd just said. She turned to me and grinned. "Your performance is dipping, Styles."

I frowned, more hurt. "No, it's not," I mumbled defensively, looking down. I heard her chuckled and I looked up again.

"I'm joking, Harry." she said.

"Whatever." I muttered.

She laughed again and then surprised me by lifting my face to meet her eyes. "I think you're great." she told me, and I couldn't help but grin. She gently poked my dimple with her index finger.

"The best you ever had?" I winked.

She dropped her hands. "I don't think we should go that far..." she sighed.

I narrowed my eyes at her, and she laughed for the third time. "We're going to have to wait and see?" she winked.

"How long do you want to wait?" I asked her, sitting up myself.

"You're so impatient." she commented.

"Whatever," I said. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Next time I lay my hands on you, Harper, you'll be singing an entirely different tune."

I pulled back , satisfied as she shuddered.

"So," I said, getting off the bed to put on my clothes. "Do you have any particular plans for today?"

"No," she told me, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Why?"

"I'm taking you out, today, that's why." I told her, as I finished buttoning up my shirt. I reached for my boxers and put them on.