Just Friends

1.

Olivia's POV

I stared at my phone, waiting for a text. I could not stay in this house any longer. I waited around for him. My best friend. He’s taking forever. What on earth could he possibly be doing? It feels like an hour has passed, but it only has been two minutes. Sneaking out with him was always an adventure. He always ends up being late and we end up staying out later than expected. I felt my phone buzz and shine a light. The name read, “Harry Styles,” and I started smiling. The text simply said, “Hey Liv. I’m outside. Jump down.” 

I locked my door, put on some music to make it seem like I was sleeping. I laid a note on my bed, just incase my parents broke in. (Thankfully they did not.) I opened my window, climbed with one foot out, leaving a little crack in my window to get back in later. I finally let my hands let go of the window and my body fell far down the side of my house. I lived on the second floor, so my drop was pretty high. To be honest, I am surprised Harry survived that. I opened my eyes to him chuckling with his arms around me. At that time, the butterflies in my stomach were buzzing around like crazy. He makes me feel so lucky to find him. I placed my feet on the ground and took a good breath of the crisp, musky evening air. We made our way to his car, only to open it and smell the alcohol and weed aroma. He had been going to parties often. He was always the designated driver. I crouch into the metal vehicle. My back edged into the leather seat, my head leaning to the side of the window. I glanced to my side view, him clutching the steering wheel. His arms defined with muscle and tattoos. He was biting his lip adjusting his fedora, although it was night time. He was wearing all black, and his chains hung loose on him. His rings glistened in the moonlight. Harry was perfection. I was not. Does he ever feel embarrassed by me? I’m sure he has, we’ve been best friends since freshman year. I had braces while he had funny hair. Now look at us, both seniors with tattoos and piercings. 

“Olivia stop staring at me.” Harry chucked slightly.

Oh my gosh I did it again.

“Sorry Harry I jus-“ I started.

“Liv, you’re such a loser, I’m kidding.” He smiled. His dimples popped and I wanted to kick myself. Oliva, why are you so dumb? He's so attractive and you're not. I mean, you look like trash compared to him. He looked so good in his dark, black skinny jeans and sweater, while you sit in your over sized sweater and shorts. 

"Where are we going?" I sighed as I asked. I wanted to make myself sound less awkward and pretend I didn't just stare at him.

"I have no clue. Let's drive around or something." I nodded as those simple words left his lips. It was a chilly summer night and I felt a little bit off. I couldn't put my finger on it but I definitely felt the tension. His knuckles gripped the steering wheel and I leaned my head back. To be honest, I wasn't really up for going out that night. I wish I didn't go out. I didn't like this feeling.

We slowed down to a tiny strip mall. A few shops and boutiques were around. A diner sat perfectly in the middle and it happened to be 24 hours. 

"Liv, are you hungry?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, sure."

I sulked in my seat. I didn't want to go here either. People from school always hung around here and I never liked it. Harry and I exited his car after he parked. The air was cool and the stars shined brightly on our faces. We smiled and walked towards the diner. I can already see the lower classmen sit in a large group. Harry sensed my awkwardness, and slung his long arm around me. I hugged back, and he smelled like Axe and his father's colonge. His arm wrapped around my shoulder like it was made for him. We walked in sync and giggled like little girls on the way to the door. As soon as we step into the diner, a boy not so younger than us, asked us for booth or table. 

"Booth. Possibly in the back where its quieter?" Harry suggested. The waiter looked at us funny, but the truth is we didn't like the freshmen or the sophomores around here. He nodded either way and led us to our booth. It was dark and the light hung low from above. The light only illuminated the table and a bit of the old leather cushions. I sat on the opposite side of Harry and he was fumbling with his lip as we ordered what we wanted. 

As soon as the waiter had taken our order, the group of freshmen walked towards our table. One was quite scrawny and half our size. He spoke immediately.

"Are you guys dating?" the freshman asked, and we looked puzzled. Why did he want to know anything about Harry and me? I opened my mouth to speak, but the freshman continued.

"If not, can I?" I snickered after the poor 15 year old boy attempted to ask me out. I rolled my eyes and stared at him. He was wearing a baseball type shirt, with skinny jeans and vans. He wore multiple bracelets and acted cocky. 

Harry replied abruptly, "Sorry, but no." As Harry said that, the boy walked away and all the others were laughing. I hated this side of Harry. He was so protective and always answered for me. He never gave me a chance to express my feelings that often to others. Sometimes, it was as simple as a barista asking for my name. Harry would be the one to answer. There were times I was thankful for that but, now I'm overly annoyed. 

"Harry, stop doing that." I snapped at him. He looked shocked as if I just said that.

"What are you talking about? He was annoying. I was simply just helping." Harry scoffed.

"I don't need it for such simple situations. You are not my boyfriend. We're just friends."

"Right. Just friends."

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Thank you for reading! Here's chapter numero uno and I promise it will get better.

love love love,

jessi x