Olivia's POV.
I squealed as Harry's hands attacked my waist, prodding the tips of his fingers firmly into my ribs until I launched myself onto his bed for some sort of tickling refuge.
"Harry no!" I yelped, holding my hands out as I watched a wicked grin spread across his face. "I'm warning you" I mock threatened, backing myself up against the wall.
"Oh you're warning me, are you?" he laughed, taking a few steps forward until his knees hit the edge of the bed.
I watched him as he sunk his knees into the mattress and fell forwards onto his hands, crawling forwards to where I was sitting. My heart raced and whole body tingled with anticipation; he knew how much I hated being tickled. There were times when I kicked and screamed so hard that I actually gave someone a black eye. He smirked as I tucked my knees into my chest; watching his every move as he edged closer; until his face was just inches from mine. His hands slid up from my foot to my knee and past my thigh, resting lightly on my waist. I flinched as his hand rested there; his bottom lip held mischievously between his teeth.
"I promise not to tickle you if..." he whispered, giving my waist a light squeeze.
"I'll do anything" I laughed, clasping my hand over the top of his threatening palm.
"Anything?" he smirked; his hot breath hitting my face.
"Anything."
He paused for a moment, as if he were thinking long and hard about my offer, before levelling his lips with mine.
"Kiss me then" he breathed heavily.
"What?" I said almost shocked by his PG request.
"Kiss me" he smiled, before closing the gap between us and resting his soft, plump lips upon my own.
My lips curved upwards against his and I parted my legs for him to sink in between; his chest soon pressed up against mine. His lips moved slowly, taking their time before flicking his tongue between my own. My hands found his shoulders; the flats of my palms tracing the contours of his shoulder blades as his hands slid up the outsides of my thighs. The weight of his hips against my own was making my heart pound, feeling the roughness of his jeans against my bare thighs from where my dress had unintentionally hitched up.
"So" he mumbled against my lips. "What're you doing for the big 2-0AP."
I paused for a moment before ducking my head from his, and pressed my palms against his chest, pushing him from me.
"Oi!" I laughed. "Just because you're six months younger than me, doesn't mean I'm automatically old."
He fell to my side, slumping back onto his hands as he relaxed into the pillow, smirking up towards the ceiling; clearly amused by the effects of his comment. I followed his lead, laying down on my front and propping myself up on my elbows. I studied his jawline for a moment as the moonlight peeking through his blinds sculpted it perfectly; soft shadows lining the few curls that were resting there.
"Remember that place we all went to at the end of Year 11... with the lake and the trees. And when Lucy vommed all over herself and was in bed by 10?"
"Yeah..." he grinned as he reminisced.
"Well I was thinking we could get a few of us there next Saturday... Camp out, get fucked... It'll be almost the end of May by then, so it'll be warm."
He held out his arm to the side for me to fall into; my head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped around the upper of mine; heart beating against my ear.
"Sounds good."
"I'll send a text round tomorrow. Reckon Lou and Kate will drive us?"
"I don't see why not" he said softly, resting his chin on the crown of my head.
