Obsessive. (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 29

Harry's POV

Olivia can't fücking stop with her endless questions. If she just knew when to shut up, she wouldn't be getting in my nerves from time to time and I wouldn't fücking be this frustrated because I want her. I want to kiss her, touch her, and make love to her. I know it's been a month and the only thing that we did was to kiss. It wasn't even a kiss for me, it was pressing each other's lips because there's no tongue involved. What's even worse was that I was drunk when I kissed her for the first time and the second time around was when she was drunk and she kissed me.

Fücking hell. She's new to things like this so it's not easy for me to make her give in.

It was already 6:28 PM. I checked Olivia's room using the camera but she wasn't there so I went downstairs to check her personally.

She wasn't in the living room either so I went to the kitchen, hoping she'd be there. To my surprise, the fridge was open and I saw her sitting in front of it. The yellow light coming from the fridge made her face glow and made her even beautiful.

"What are you doing?" I asked and turned her head to look at me.

"W-what am I doing?" She asked while pointing at herself.

Not again. She's drunk.

She already told me that I'm supposed to be treating her like she's a captive so I'm not going to go soft on her even if she's drunk.

"That's enough" I said while grabbing the bottle of beer from her hand and pulling her up by the arm so she'd stand up but she didn't. She lost her balance and her body leaned against mine. Her hands were placed top of my chest and she giggled when she looked at me. I removed her hands from my chest and wrapped my fingers on both of her wrists.

"What are you gonna do huh? Y-you're gonna be the boss now?" She said.

"I always am" I said and let go of her hand to close the fridge but only to be opened again by her.

She suddenly grabbed some cherries in the fridge and I backed away when she moved closer to me but her body collided against mine when I moved forward because I stepped on something. When I looked at it, it was a liter of ice cream and I cursed.

I looked at Olivia and she kept dropping the cherries she got on the floor. I fücking swear. I don't want to clean this mess up.

I was about to close the fridge again when Olivia snatched a whipped cream in it and started spraying it everywhere. She crouched down on the floor where the cherries fell and sprayed some. What is she doing? When she was about to reach for it using her tongue, I pulled her up.

I really can't handle her when she's drunk.

"Stop it" I said, holding her in place and hoping she'd snapped out of it.

"No, you stop it" She said. What does she mean? This is like a new drunk Olivia.

I ignored her and tried to snatched the whipped cream away from her using my free hand while the other was placed behind her back. I didn't succeed. She sprayed the whipped cream in her mouth and nodded her head in satisfaction while humming. Suddenly, I felt something cold against my lips and realized that Olivia sprayed the whipped cream on me. She smiled and looked at me like she did something great. I tasted some of it and brushed of the excess using the back of my hand.

"That's enough, Olivia" I said while trying to reach for the whipped cream.

"No!" She shouted while raising the bottle of whipped cream in the air and away from me.

I've had enough of this. I pushed Olivia against the fridge. I leaned my body on hers and reached for the whipped cream. I successfully grabbed it and smirked at Olivia.

When I looked at her, my smirk faded off. She was looking at me in the eyes and back to my lips. Control yourself, Harry.

I was about to walk away but I was surprised when she cupped my cheeks and pressed her lips against mine. Fücking hell. She's drunk and she doesn't know what she's doing but I don't want to push her off because she made the first move. Before I could even comprehend what I was doing or what I should do, I couldn't stop.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands, that cupped my cheeks earlier, were now traveling towards the back of my head. I slowly pulled her hand away when she brushed my hair with her fingertips. I placed her hands behind her back so she wouldn't touch me and I would stop getting turned on.

She tried to get away from my grasp but I held her tighter that made her gasped and it was the right time to push my tongue inside her mouth. She moaned that made me lose it. I pressed my body against hers even harder. I moaned when she bit my lower lip.

I broke our contact and took a deep breath. She grabbed my forearm when I was about to leave. Ugh, I can't do anything to her when she's drunk. I want to do things to her when she's fully aware of what we're doing.

"That's enough" I said and I needed to fix what's hidden in my pants.

"I want more" She said but I ignored her.