Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Olivia's POV

I groaned when I felt my whole back against the floor. I may or may not have just rolled out of bed and fell on the floor. I squinted my eyes when I saw the sunlight. I tried to climb back on the bed but I became less sleepy when I touched something on the bed. It was a towel.

I don't remember getting a towel.

All of a sudden, memories flashed and I remembered everything from last night. My humiliation all started when Harry asked me and I choked. I remember drinking the glass of champagne and telling stuff to Harry. I remember when Harry stopped me from taking off my dress. I groaned at the thought and let my hand slide down my face in frustration. I remember when I told him the story about my swimming lessons and crying so hard about it. I remember when he wiped my tears. I remember all that terrible acting of me drowning and Harry doing the CPR. I remember asking him to kiss me but he didn't so I kissed him.

I gasped. Wait. I kissed him?!

No, no, no. This isn't happening. Nope. I'm just dreaming. I slightly slapped my cheeks and once again the towel caught my eye.

No, I'm not dreaming. It's real. He carried me here and gave me a towel. What's the towel for?

After a second, I thought of something bad so I looked at myself and saw that I'm fully clothed. I sighed heavily.

Now that I think about it, he's going to think that I'm easy to get or I'm just going to give in to whatever he tells me to do because I said and did those things. I face-palmed myself and get back in bed. I'd rather stay here for the rest of my life than to see Harry and let him remind me about what happened last night. I don't even know what's gotten into me but I've never got drunk in my whole life since yesterday. I've never thought that I'd do something. I've had my second kiss with him. The first one was because of him and now the second one was because of me. This isn't real.

I thought of other things instead of that kiss so I thought about how we spoke about our lives. Every time I'd question him, he'd give me short answers and for me that was unfair and uncanny. It was like he was trying to get to know me without me getting to know him.

He doesn't want me to know his story and that's very unsettling. I should stop talking about my life if he doesn't start talking about his. What's even more strange was that he made dinner and we were just talking casually. I know he wouldn't do that. What if he's doing things for me to not get to know me but instead get into my pants?

When I looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was already 11:47 AM. This is the most delayed time I've ever woken up for ages in the morning. Maybe I had a good night sleep.

I was planning to not get up and leave my bed because if I do, the chances of meeting Harry downstairs is a lot but when I felt my stomach grumble. I thought to myself that hunger is a priority than humiliation.

So I went downstairs and decided that I should just make a sandwich for lunch because in that way, the chances of meeting Harry is reduced by 2%.

I sighed heavily when I went to the kitchen and there was no sign of Harry. I quickly grabbed some slices of bread and put different ingredient on each bread. I put the slices of bread on a plate and made a cup coffee. I was about to sprint back towards upstairs but I saw Harry drinking some water and staring at me. His eyebrows were furrowed and I don't know what that means. I don't know if he's confused, mad or weirded out because of me. Maybe all the things I've mentioned is what his eyebrows says.