Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 23

Harry's POV

I woke up and felt something warm on my forehead. I removed it and saw that it was a towel. I looked around me and saw that there was a blanket wrapped around my body. I sat with my upper body against the armrest of the couch and then I felt the headache once again. I leaned my face on the palm of my hands to take a rest because my head was aching. I remembered what happened last night that I had a headache and I made it even worse by drinking vodka. I was thinking that it would make me fall asleep easier because these couple of days, I've never had a proper sleep. It was all because of Olivia. She wouldn't get out of my head even if how many times I've tried and I hated it.

I removed my hands from my face and took a look at my surroundings. I didn't even notice that there was another couch beside me that made it looked like I was in bed. I looked at the table that was near the other armrest of the couch and saw that there was a glass of water and medicine. I was about to reach for them but I stopped when I realized that I was not alone in the living room.

I looked behind me and saw Olivia sleeping on the small couch. Her head was leaning on the left side of the armrest and her mouth was open. I was about to remove the hair that was covering her face when she suddenly sat up straight and looked around her while squinting her eyes.

"What? What happened?" She asked me. Then a few seconds after, she blinked rapidly while staring at me and she widened her eyes. "Oh! You're awake" She said and I nodded.

I was surprised when she pressed the back of her hand on my forehead and looked at me.

"You're not as hot as last night but let's still check. I'll get a thermometer" She said. She stood up and left me. I tried to reach for the medicine and glass of water again but it was quickly snatched by Olivia but gave it to me after.

"I can do it myself" I said.

"Sure you can but I wanted to make it easier for you" She said. I swallowed the medicine and drink some water.

"I don't need your help. I'm fine" I said.

"Raise your arm up" She said while point the thermometer at me. Did she not hear what I just said? Did she just ignore me?

I snatched the thermometer from her and placed it on my armpit. After a minute or so, it beeped. I looked at it and saw the degrees.

"I'm not sick" I said.

"That's good. I made breakfast already" She said.

"I'm not hungry" I said while standing up.

"But-" I interrupted her before she could even finish. She was not getting on my nerves.

"I said I'm not hungry!" I shouted at her and she looked at me like a sad puppy or some shït.

I left her and went to my room to watch what she did for me last night. I saw that she went to the living room when I dropped the glass of vodka. She knelt down beside me and touched me. She moved the couches and table. I saw her stop in the middle of moving the couches and she looked at her knee. Ugh, this idiot knelt down on the fücking broken glass.

I saw her placed the pillow and blanket behind my head and around my body, the medicine and glass of water on the table, and the towel on my forehead. She went to the bathroom and of course, there's no camera in the bathroom. Then, she went back to the living room just to stare at me.

She'd wake up from time to time to check up on me then I saw her walking around the living room. She stopped and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. After that she went back to the living room and fell asleep.

I wanted to pull my hair after watching that. She makes me so- ugh- I don't even know and I can't even explain. I took a deep breath and lied on my bed. I thought about what she did. She took care of me but she also broke a rule. She still moved the couches when I already told her before not to and that annoyed me even more. She's stubborn and she doesn't listen to me. I mean look at what happened earlier, I shouted at her because of her persistent ass. She wanted me to eat but she can't realize that I don't want anything to do with her or see her anymore because she annoys the living shït out of me. I don't even know why I agreed to being friends with her but she seriously needs to realize that I ignored her because I don't want any relationship, such as friendship, with her.

When my headache subsided, I watched her again and saw that she was eating breakfast. She needs to know that I'm not as friendly and nice to her, I need to pull my shït together and show her that I'm still the boss. I went to the kitchen and walked towards where she was sitting.

"I thought you're not-" Before she could even speak, I interrupted her.

"Didn't I tell you that I want everything in order and that I don't want any of my couches or things to be moved?" I asked in a loud and stern voice.

"I'm sorry about that. I already placed them back in order" She said.

"Didn't I also tell you that I don't want your apologies and that it annoys me?" I said.

"Look, it's not going to happen again. I just wanted you to sleep comfortably" She said.

"Well, make sure it doesn't happen again because once it does, I don't know what I'll do with you" I said and started walking away.

I felt her following me to the living room so I stopped.

"What's wrong with you Harry? You were so nice to me a week ago. Did I do something wrong?" She asked.

Yes, everything you do is wrong.

"There's nothing wrong with me! You didn't do something wrong. Everything you do is wrong!" I shouted.

"You don't have to shout!" She shouted back.

"Then what should I do? Talk sweetly to you?!" I asked.

"Calm down, okay. If this is about me breaking a rule then-" She said but I interrupted her.

"Yes, so what if it's about you breaking a rule?!" I said.

"We can talk about this in a calm manner, Harry. Besides, what's the big deal of moving the couches?" She asked.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. The audacity she has to ask such question makes me wanna bang my head against the wall and the way my name came out of her pretty little mouth makes me wanna tape it.

"It's because I want it like how it is! Like how I'm used to it" I shouted.

"Really? Is that it?" She asked. What else would she want me to say?

"Fine! I like how it is because my girlfriend was the one who arranged it before she left. Before we broke up!" I shouted.

"Your ex girlfriend" She said.

"I swear to god, Olivia. Don't fücking rub it in my face" I said while sliding my hand down my face in frustration.

"Look, if you can't even move on from the way your things were arranged by her then you'll never move on from her" She said.

I know she's right and I hated it.

"Would you stop with your shitty love advice because I know you can't relate?!" I said.

"Would you stop cursing and just admit that I'm right?!" She shouted back at me.

She just really pushed me to the edge. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the wall. I was breathing heavily and staring straight into her eyes. I saw that she was scared and that's what she's supposed to always feel when I'm around. I want her to be scared of me.

"I told you already. You don't get to tell me what to do because I'm the one who's supposed to be in control" I whispered in her ear.

I moved my face closer to hers and looked directly to her eyes.

"Now, I'm going to say it again so listen carefully. Stay out of my life as possible and avoid getting on my nerves" I said.