Stars and Stripes | { H.S}

Episode thirteen: He'd be glad to have a son like me

"If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?" Harry asked Olivia. For once, she wasn't buried in paperwork or itinerary.

She peered over at Harry. A minute ago he had been playing a video game with the other boys. "Did Lou and Niall team up on you again?" She noted his part of the screen that flashed 'you lose' in bold white letter.

"You know us so well." Harry shrugged before repeating his question.

"I have a job." Olivia told him.

"Yeah, but is this really what you wanna do with your life?" Harry prodded, "Dealing with needy, obnoxious, good-looking celebrities?"

"I don't know about needy." Olivia said.

"But you're locked in on good-looking?"

Olivia rolled her dark eyes. "Bite me, Harry."

He grinned mischievously, his green eyes darkened seductively. "Don't tempt me, Olive."

Olivia was suddenly well aware of how close Harry's face was to hers. She felt her skin heat up as she turned to look out the sunny window. "I don't know. I grew up with the PR business. I wouldn't know what else to do." She changed the subject, turning back to Harry once she had collected herself. "What about you, Harry?"

"Me?" Harry asked shocked, spreading out his short-sleeve clad arms, scanning the room, "I'm living the dream, Olive. Why would I want to do anything else?"

"Not what I mean." Olivia countered. "If you weren't in One Direction, what would you do?"

"I'd be working at the bakery." He said immediately. The sentence was stored in the part of his brain that held the answers to the most frequently asked questions during interviews, ready to go.

"Really? You had no other aspirations in case X Factor didn't form a super group?"

Harry shook his head, "Good thing Simon Cowell exists."

Olivia chuckled, leaning back into the couch farthest away from the television. "Good thing."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Olive?" Harry asked suddenly. Olivia did a double take to make sure he wasn't teasing—or being a general ass about the fact that he could shag any girl he wanted, and that she had little experience with the opposite sex.

"No," Olivia answered, "Do you?"

Harry snorted, though seeming relieved, "Besides Lou? Nah."

There was a slight awkward air between them (which seemed to be becoming a reoccurring thing).

Harry smacked his lips loudly, "Right, then." He nodded and walked away; leaving Olivia with more questions about what Harry Styles was playing at.

Olivia got up off the couch to watchful eyes. Louis had won the game per usual and they were watching closely as the American hurried after Harry, right into his game.

"Olivia, wait," Louis tried. Olivia stopped in her tracks and looked at the concerned Brit.

"Yeah, Lou?"