Changing Bad Into Good // H.S. [AU]

Chapter 3

I wonder if Olivia notices how much I enjoy her. Whenever we hug, I literally melt to her soft touch. I always find myself staring at her, admiring her beauty and thinking "How in the world do I have her in my life?" Every day, I think about what a great friend she is. Or maybe we are more now, I don't know. Does she want to be more? Did I go too far when I said I love her when talking to Brad? Also, we were literally about to kiss for the first time in our relationship together. Hopefully, I didn't go too far because I-

"What are you thinking about Harry?" she laughs. How did she know I was thinking?

"See like now!" she points out, "I know when you're thinking about something because whenever you do your eyebrows furrow together just a little bit. It's so obvious." she says poking in between my eyebrows. She must pay more attention to me than I do to myself.

I laugh with her, "I was just thinking about us and where we may stand now considering all that's happened today," I let out with a nervous laugh, looking down and hoping she wouldn't see the blush on my cheeks.

"I was wondering that today as well," she said matter-of-factly, "We don't have to be anything if you don't want. I know how you get sometimes with these types of things so I don't want to pressure you or anything like that if-," she said speaking really quickly so I could tell she was getting nervous herself.

I cut her off. "Olivia," I say, making her stop. I stop walking, grab a hold of her hand and intertwine our fingers while looking at her.

"Stop. Overthinking," I say to her with a chuckle. Now I'm the one helping her out with anxiety. She lets out a nervous laugh and squeezes my hand.

"I love how careful you're being with me right now, Olivia, but I can handle myself sometimes, you know? This situation is one of those times," I tell her with a smile. She looks at me with a regretful expression. I put my free hand on her cheek and stepped a little closer to her so her full attention can be on me and what I'm telling her, "You didn't do anything wrong," I say quietly, caressing my thumb on her cheek, "I know how I am sometimes and you know as well. You were just trying to make sure I was alright with this," I say referring to what's going on, "I am definitely alright with this," I tell her with a smile. Once she gets what I'm saying, her smile comes back and she hugs me with her arms around my neck and my arms around her waist.

"Really, Harry?" she asks excitedly into my neck.

"Yes, really," I say hugging her closely, smiling against her neck. We stay in this position for a a minute or two, just embracing each other and kissing the other's cheek every few seconds. When we finally pull apart, we are both smiles.
"Are you ready to go now? I heard spaghetti's great the way I cook them," I say referring to me. Most people I know have tasted my food and have all agreed somehow that it's the best, which I very much appreciate, but sometimes I just don't think it's as good as every else seems to imagine it as.

As I'm watching Olivia's facial expression change from a loving smile to a face of shock, I intertwine our fingers and run in the direction of the car, which is now only a few yards away.

"Since when did you say we were changing the plans of going to your house?" she pants out from all of the running.

"Since right now," I laugh out. I look back at her and see that she has a worried look on her face, "I'll deal with my parents later," I say, trying to block out those thoughts and reassure her. She just nods her head without anymore thought to my actions knowing that I would be persistent with my choice.

My parents definitely wouldn't be happy with this choice. Even if I were to let them know about it, I know they'll say no so I'm choosing not to. I'm used to their "punishments" anyway now.