inspirations // harry styles

chapter thirteen // g.n.o.

Olivia's POV

I give myself a look-over one final time before leaving my room. My mind recalls the text message I had received from Summer this morning:

Summer: Hey O, it's Summer! Girl's night is tomorrow! Wear something sexy and meet us at Harry's apartment at 8pm! Bring your sleepover stuff because you'll be staying with me tonight;) See ya then!

Wear something sexy? Sexy just isn't in my vocabulary. I can't take myself seriously long enough to find something sexy. I had to go shopping because every dress I put on of my own, Tea said that I looked like a Kindergarten teacher.

I stare at the extremely tight-fitting black-lace cut-out dress that the sales associate had insisted that I buy because I apparently have 'legs that could put Beyonce to shame'. I just feel like a prostitute.

I make sure my parents already left for their business dinner, knowing that if they got one look at my dress, they'd sent me to some church in the middle of the mountains to become a nun. I send a quick picture to Tea wearing my nervous expression before I head over to Harry's flat.

I have no idea what I'm getting myself into.

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I arrive at Harry and Louis' apartment, trying to be as quick as possible, in case the paparazzi have knowledge of their location. I knock quickly, unable to keep looking over my shoulder in fear. It doesn't take long for the door to swing wide open.

"OLIVIA, YOU SEXY BITCH!" Summer squeals, pulling me into the house with much enthusiasm. I can feel my cheeks turning a bright pink as I let out an embarrass laugh.

Everyone turns to stare at me, making me feel like a fish out of water. The boys all look at me with a look of utter shock. The girls - minus Juliet, of course - give me an excited smile.

My eyes travel across the room where Harry's standing. He wears a look of complete surprise as well, his mouth hanging wide open. I shy away from his gaze, my embarrassment reaching a new high. I wish I could run home and switch back into my trustworthy jeans and t-shirts.

He hurries over to me, holding on to  me and forcing me to give a little twirl, his eyes devouring every inch of my body.

"Who'd have thought you were hiding this, Olivia?" Zayn laughs after Louis lets out a loud wolf-whistle.

I narrow my eyes, sending them all a glare. I have a feeling I'm never going to hear the end of this.

"You look beyond amazing," Harry whispers in my ear, sending shivers to roll down my spine. He plants a kiss on my cheek as he wraps his arm around my waist, holding me close to him.

My cheeks return to the deep scarlet I was just wearing moments ago. I bite my lip and shift my eyes downwards, avoiding his cheeky grin.

"We better get a move on, I don't want my hair to deflate," Juliet says loudly, touching up her appearance in the nearest mirror. She looks actually really pretty in her tribal-print and black dress. Her hair is curled and looks as if a stylist had done it for her.

"Wait, where exactly are you all going tonight?" Harry speaks up, keeping me in his arms. I see a hint of worry on his face and I can't help but to let out a loud laugh.

"That is none of your boys' business. This is a Girl's night out. No boys allowed." Alicia wiggles her finger at Harry, sending me a wink and holding her hand out for me to grab.

I manage to wriggle myself free from Harry's tight grip and grab hold of Alicia's hand, but Harry follows us to the door, not letting me away from him.