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FIVE

I enter Olivia's apartment and am greeted by her in a robe and with a coffee mug in hand. "So?" She asks curiosity fills her voice. I moan because I already know that she will ask way too many questions. And if she doesn't get the answers from me, she'll get them from Harry.

"Nothing." I roll my eyes at her. "Oh c'mon!" She sighs, "I set you up with Harry Styles and you have nothing to tell me?". I glare at her, take her coffee and go to sit on the couch. Her eye's light up, as she knows that I'm about to tell her everything, whether I like it or not.

She sits down next to me and waits for me to start. "What do you want to know?" I ask, not knowing where to start. "From the beginning." She demands, "Apparently you guys somehow used to be friends -which, I somehow didn't know- so start from there." 

I take a deep breath and a sip from the coffee because I know this is going to be a long story. "So, we met about a year-and-a-half ago. One of the girls I was acquaintances with, in college, invited me to a party. And for one reason or another Harry was there. Somehow we ended up paired together in a game of beer-pong and after somehow winning we ended up talking for two hours at some random house party. As the party was dying down he asked me if I wanted to go with him to his hotel."

"And you said yes?!?" She exclaims. "Well yeah..." I answer a bit embarrassed now. "You? You said yes to going over to a random persons hotel?" Olivia practically yells at me. "He wasn't a random person, I knew that he was Harry Styles and I had been talking to him for hours." I try to defend myself, "And I made sure to tell people where I was going just in case.". She sighs knowing that there's nothing she can do about it now.

"As I was saying- we went to his hotel. And one thing led to another and we..." I tried to make it as obvious as possible without actually saying it. "No! You didn't!" She yelled, "You had sex with Harry fricking Styles?!?" Olivia was in complete disbelief. I understood why she was surprised, at the time I was as well. My silence gave her the answer. "Oh my god! Daisy! What the hell?" She continued her yelling.

Okay, okay, you can yell at me later. Now can I get back to the story?" I ask, in an attempt to move on from the topic of sex. She doesn't seem happy about me not giving her more details about that night, but lets me continue.

"The morning after- you know- I got up before him and left because I got super nervous and anxious. I went back to my dorm and in a week all the assignments and homework just pushed the thought's I had of him away. Like two weeks later he texted me and told that I had forgotten my jacket at his hotel and insisted that we meet up. I reluctantly agreed and we went out for breakfast.

As you can imagine it was horribly awkward on my part, but he didn't seem to mind. We kept going out for two months. Sometimes we just talked and other times- i'd wake up naked in his bed the next morning...". Olivia looked like she was waiting for more, and wasn't ready to yell at me just yet.

"After doing that for two months someone inevitably noticed. I knew that it would happen eventually considering he's Harry Styles, but I still wasn't ready. So I decided to end whatever we were." I concluded my story.

I looked at her, waiting to be yelled at or something, but Liv said nothing. And then finally she spoke, "So you're telling me you had SEX with Harry Styles, multiple times, and didn't tell me until a year later?!?!" to my surprise she wasn't yelling, her tone was calm. "I didn't know how to tell you. And I didn't know what to tell you, I didn't know what Harry and I were. And after we ended I didn't see a reason to tell you."

"Were supposed to be friends Daisy," Liv breathed out, "we're supposed to tell each other this kind of stuff." she looks completely crushed. "I know and I'm sorry." I try to fix the situation. She takes my hand, "It's okay, I guess." A small smile appears on her face, "But next time anything involving you and a guy- you tell me first!". I smile back at her, "Ok. I promise.". We put out our pinkie fingers and intertwine them.

"Ok, ok." Olivia speaks up, "What about this morning, what happened?". My stomach growls and I realize i haven't eaten anything today. I stand up and start walking to the kitchen. "Nothing." I say while making toast. "Daisy, we literally just pinkie swore to not keep secrets." She says annoyed with my inconclusive answer.

"Fine, fine." I laugh, "He texted me and asked if we could speak, and I agreed." I give my answer knowing it's very vague. She looks at me annoyed. I give in and tell her everything that happened. "Ok, wow. I didn't expect this day to come." She scoffs, I look at her confused, "Your boy troubles are more complicated and dramatic than mine." Olivia laughs as I roll my eyes at her.

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After our talk, Olivia and I went out, she had some errands to run. I went along with her to take my mind off Harry, and it acctually seemed to be working. I even made sure to not look at my phone too often, just in case he had texted me like promised. There were some texts from him but I ignored them just long enough for my battery to die.

It was now 7:30-ish and we were heading back home. Olivia parked the car in her usual underground parking space and we took the elevator up to her floor. My hands full of groceries and other random stuff, we said we needed although we knew we didn't. Liv unlocks the door and as she's opening the door we notice that the light is turned on.

We look at each other- shit. I quietly put the stuff on the ground. I signal for her to stay out in the corridor while I go in. I hope that this is just us being forgetful and accidentally leaving the light on or maybe it's just Nick.

I slovley walk into the apartment, there's a long corridor that leads to the living room and kitchen. But you can't see either of those rooms from where the door was. All I could see was the coat rack a cupboard and the shoes Liv wears most often. And along with Liv's shoes I see a pair of shoes I recognize, but not from Liv.

A pair of fucking chelsea boots.