Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 7: Lies through omission

Chapter 7:  Lies through omission

*Holland's POV*

"Just admit it! We BOTH saw you," Charlie shouted. Thank goodness for the loud rainstorm outside or the lads would have heard us.

Olivia hadn't said a word to anyone since we got in the car to go to the boy's house. She just gave us death glares that were scary enough to wither your soul. We had been trying to extract the truth from her for over 20 minutes now. All she did was lay on Liam's bed and stare at his ceiling.

"We caught you fair and square fiddling with your ear. Now spill. Why all this hate for Harry when you're clearly in looooove with him?" I fluttered my eyelashes at her as I said "love".

"OOF!" I huffed as the pillow Ollie chucked at me caught me in the face. It smelled like Liam, like a mixture of guy's deoderant, a fresh clean detergent smell, and a woodsy cologne.

I picked up the pillow off of the floor and held it up to my face, gently inhailing the strangely comforting scent.

Liv noticed my action and did a double take, snapping her head around to stare at me. I tried to brush off my actions, act like I didn't do anything weird. I can't help it if Liam smelled like the perfect combo of sexy and delicious.

"Creeper," Ollie smirked.

"AHA! You spoke!" I pointed at her. I did a little happy wiggle dance in triumph from getting her to talk.

"Whatever," Ol grumbled.

"Let's just cut to the chase ladies," Charlie said. She had been playing with a couple of action figures. Why did Liam have action figures? I guess I shouldn't really say much because I did have Princess Buttercup, my favorite My Little Pony that I've had since I was five. I blushed in embarrassment at the thought of someone finding out I still had her in my luggage as a good luck charm.

I focused back on Charlie who was being her loud, perky, and straightforward self. "I have nothing to hide. I have a thing for Niall and I'm upset that I'm not staying in his room while we're here. Ohmygosh... I feel soooo much better that I've said that now," she quickly squealed.

"If we're being honest, I'll come clean too. I think Liam is adorable. You already knew that though 'cause I'm sitting here like a stalker sniffing his pillows," I gigled. "C'mon Ollie. Shaaaaaare. You're amongst friends," I reminded her as I helped pull her up from her prone position.

She just did her typical eye roll. "Why do I have to 'shaaaaaare' if you say you already caught me?"

"Because we like to know from the horse's mouth. Or in this case the bitch's." She tried to shove me off the bed as I said this.

She heasitated. More eye roll. I'm suprised her eyes didn't hurt from all the sarcastic glances she'd been throwing these past few days. "Alright then. Fiiiiiine. Hi.  My name is Ollie and I think I might like Harry Styles," she said as if she was saying something she should be ashamed of in an anonymous meeting.

"Hi Ollie," Charlie and I chorused.

"Was that so bad, hmmmm?" Charlie said, sitting down cross-legged on the bed on the other side of Liv. "Now why all the hatred? Harry likes you back. I mean, who serenades you on stage if they don't feel something towards you? It was soooooo sexy."

"I'll admit.  It was sweet. But you know he just wants to get in my pants. We all know what a lethario he is."

"Well, there's a simple fix to that you know? Play it safe, take it slow... if you know the meaning of the word, ya skank," I said giving her a hard time.