Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 19

Harry's POV

The dinner was getting good until Olivia started choking and drank the full glass of champagne. It was amusing to watch but then I realized it was not a good time for her to be drunk because she keeps on slurring, she's not in the right mind to answer my questions and I wouldn't get to know her better.

I was trying to pull her upstairs and help her sober up but she wouldn't move. I couldn't leave her and get the things that helps someone sober up because she might do something stupid like jumping in the pool.

"No. I want to swim" She said while pulling back and trying to escape from my grip. I didn't know that she already snatched the bottle of champagne and drank some of it. I quickly grabbed it and placed it away from her reach.

"But you're wearing a dress and you don't want to let your pretty dress get wet, do you?" I asked her.

I don't know if saying those things will persuade her drunk self to not swim.

"I don't care. I want to" She said. I guess, I was not persuasive enough.

She escaped from my grip and started unzipping her dress. I quickly followed her. Right in time when she was about to take off her dress.

"What the fück are you doing?!" I asked in panic while holding her hands to stop her.

"You said that this is a pretty dress and I really don't want it to get wet" She said while pointing at her dress and pouting.

"When you're sober, you can swim anytime you want" I said.

I was in front of her so I pulled her closer to me and reached for the zipper of her dress and pull it back to its rightful position.

"But can we not dip our feet?" She asked.

Even when she's drunk, she's so persistent.

"Fine" I said a little irritated because first of all, she's drunk and I don't know how to handle her. Second of all, I agreed to her and she's making me frustrated.

I saw her clapped her hands because of my response. She quickly grabbed my hand while saying 'yay' and pulled me closer to the pool. She removed her shoes and sat on the edge. I didn't do the same thing, I was just crouching down next to her. We're not going to stay here any longer.

For a minute or so, she keeps kicking her legs back and forth on the water. She suddenly stopped and looked at me while pouting.

"C'mon, sit with me" She said while pulling and pushing my knee with her hand that made me lose my balance and almost fell in the pool.

I thought about it for a few seconds before I finally gave in. I removed my boots, tried to fold my jeans a bit higher and dipped my feet in the water.

She smiled at me and there was an awkward silence in the room. I watched as she watches the water below.

"I had my swimming lessons back when I was a kid. I was with my family that time. We were whole and complete but now you see I'm all alone and the words I've used are all in the past tense because that was before" She said and started crying. She quickly wiped off her tears while sniffing and I don't why but I looked away. Something's telling me that it's too personal to see her cry.

I felt her hand gently touching mine that was gripping the coping of the pool. Her actions made me look at her and I've noticed that she's not crying anymore so I deeply sighed.

"Will I ever be happy?" She asked me and tears fell down upon her cheeks once more but she was not sobbing. She was just looking at me in the eyes with pure sadness behind them. Before I could even think of what I was doing, I wiped her tears slowly while trying to search for something in her eyes besides sadness.

When she sniffed, I realized what I was doing so I stopped and cleared my throat.

She stopped staring at me and averted her attention back to the water in the pool. She continued to kick her feet that made the water splash in different directions and started laughing. Her drunk state might have been the reason why she's laughing or she's just trying to not make it obvious that she's really miserable. It's always like this. People do not express what they really feel. They'd just hide it like how they would hide in their rooms, crying all by themselves.

Suddenly, Olivia lost her balance while laughing and she fell in the pool. I didn't get the chance to catch her before she fell because everything happened so quickly.

I jumped in the pool to save Olivia without thinking twice. I raised her up the pool and noticed that she's unconscious. I gently lay her down where we were previously sitting down. I lifted myself up from the pool and quickly kneeled down beside her.

"Wake up, Olivia" I said while slapping her cheeks lightly.

She was not responding so I thought of doing the cardiopulmonary resuscitation. I interlocked my fingers and started doing chest compressions. I tilted her head and lift her chin up to open the airway. I opened her mouth slightly and pinched her nostrils. For a second, I debated with myself wether I should do this but I told myself that I can't let her die and I should just reserve my always-asking-consent-ass self for another day.

I put her mouth over hers and blow. I watched her chest rise and fall. I was about to do another one when I heard her giggling.

What the fück.

We both just stared at each other and I didn't know what else to do. She was fücking joking around. If it wasn't for her drunken state, I would've not think twice of pushing her back in the pool but I'll consider her behavior for tonight acceptable.

"Kiss me again" She frankly said.

"What I did was not even a kiss. It was just me putting my mouth over yours. I mean, no. Just ignore what I said. What I'm saying is, I can't do that" I said.

"Why can't you?" She asked. Not this again and her annoying persistent ass.

"Because you're drunk and you don't know what you're asking. If you-" Before I could even finish what I was saying. She put her hand behind the back of my head and pushed my face closer to hers. I didn't have the time to react because I was surprised and she held that for half a minute or so but it feels like it was ages. She was just pressing her lips against mine and not really moving. Then, I felt her hand loosen on the back of my head and I realized she passed out.

Finally, she passed out because she's had enough drinks and not due to lack of oxygen or some shit.

I carried her in my arms and went upstairs. I opened the door of her room and lay her down on the bed. I cursed silently to myself when I considered her situation right now. She's lying on the bed with her wet clothes and I could already feel the discomfort she'd feel the next morning. I can't change her clothes so I looked for a towel in her closet. When I found one, I turned on the air con and placed the duvet on her body. I got nervous for a second when she rolled on the bed. I groaned when I didn't know what to do with the towel so I just threw it on her face and left her room.