First Love // H.S.

23

Six weeks later. 11th of September, 2011. End of summer break. Olivia's 17th birthday, WMYB's release date.

I chuckle quietly when I hear Félice playing What Makes You Beautiful for the sixth time that hour.

'No, not again!' Lottie shouts from out of her room.
'Shut up, Lottie! I'm trying to listen to the song.' Félice shouts back.
'And I'm trying to do my homework! Turn it off, please!' Lottie protests. Félice doesn't respond. On the contrary, she heightens the volume of her speaker.

I lipsync the lyrics while putting my notebook away since I'm finally done for the day. Maddie would be coming over later today with David, who became a pretty good friend of me. The twins are at their friend's house, my parents are working and Louis has gone to Sweden to record another part of the album with the band, including Harry AKA my boyfriend.

I look up when I hear the doorbell ring. Maddie and David are supposed to be here in an hour, not now. Mum and dad have their own key, and Louis isn't coming back for another week. Who could this be?

I hear Félice running down the stairs and opening the front door.

'Oh, hey!' She speaks excitedly.
'Hi, Félice. Is your sister home?' A familiar voice answers. I frown while walking to my bedroom's door.

'Lottie, you got a visitor!' Félice screams from downstairs.
'What? Who?' Lottie answers. I hear her walking downstairs.

'Funny, Félicité. Olivia is in her room.' Lottie says after a few seconds.
'Thanks.' The voice answers. But it can't be? He wasn't supposed to be back for another week.

When I hear him walking on the stairs, I quickly sit down behind my desk and grab my notebook again, put in my earphones and pretend I didn't hear anything.

I look up again when I see my bedroom's door opening, revealing the face of the best boy in the world. I can't help but smile.

'What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be back for another week.' I say, pulling my earphones out. Harry gets inside my room and closes the door behind him.

'I've convinced the others to record as soon as possible and go back earlier for your birthday. Louis will be here in an hour.' He tells.
'But I told you you didn't have to be there on my birthday. Birthdays don't really matter to me.' I say.
'They do matter to me. And I should be there on my girlfriend's seventeenth birthday.' He answers, making me smile bigger.

'I love you.' I say. Harry chuckles shyly and kneels down in front of me, so I have to look down at him. He leans his arms on my lap while he looks up at me.

'I love you too.' He tells then.
'I really missed you.' I say.
'I've been gone for only three days.' Harry answers, chuckling again.

'Three very long days. Imagine how I'm gonna feel when you're going on world tours.' I say.
'Let's just not think about that right now. Kiss me instead.' Harry answers while he gets back on his feet, pulling me up from the chair.

'You should be the one kissing me since it's my birthday.' I say, intertwining both of my hands with both of his.

'Is it your birthday today?' Harry asks, frowning in a confused way. I pout my under lip in response.

'I'm joking, love. Happy birthday.' He says, the smile on his face making my heart melt. He leans in and pecks my lips, hugging me tightly after.

'I missed you too, by the way.' He says, not breaking the hug.

'Oh, for gods sake.' I groan when Félice replays What Makes You Beautiful again, releasing Harry.

'It's a good song.' Harry comments offendedly.
'No.' I answer.
'Thank you for your kindness, Olivia.' Harry scoffs with raised eyebrows.