the bucket list - h.s. (on hiatus)

chapter vi

O

I wasn't sure of how Jenna somehow had dragged me into this- but then again, she always manages to.

Her crop top that was clinging to the curves on my torso made me feel exposed- and extremely slutty. A pair of white shorts that Jenna had practically forced me into were itchy and uncomfortable, and my only pair of black converse were causing blisters as they rubbed against my sensitive skin.

"You look amazing!" Jenna squealed, and I rolled my eyes. "By amazing, do you mean I look like a whore?" Her smile faltered- but only for a second.

"Harry will like it." I was slightly taken aback by her comment- but a small part of me wondered if he would like me better if I was dressed this way.

My thoughts were disrupted by a group of my favorite five idiots walking through the door, along with four girls whom I had never met.

"Hello?" Jenna waved a hand in front of my face, and I blushed. "Sorry- what'd you say?" She followed my gaze over to where Harry was standing, not even acknowledging my presence. "Are you ready? If you don't want to go-" Jenna clamped her mouth shut when I shook my head.

"No, but I'll meet you guys there. I want to drive myself." With a nod from Zayn and a few hugs from Jenna and Louis, they all left.

__________

The leather car seat was cold against my legs as I climbed into the matte Jeep, tilting my head back with a sigh.

The last thing that I wanted to be doing tonight was going to this stupid frat party that Niall's friend invited us to- but Jenna would be disappointed if I didn't.

My drive there was short, and after parking my car, I shakily walked inside the house.

The strong scent of nicotine washed over me as I weaved through the large crowd, searching for a familiar face.

After a few minutes of pushing through random people, I spotted Jenna, Zayn, Harry and Niall. They were all sitting together in the living room with a sunken-in floor, which I didn't notice, and almost fell on my face in front of everyone.

Harry's eyes were trained on me as I sat beside Niall nervously, pretending to be busy on my phone.

"Olivia." My head snapped up to see Harry standing in front of me, an angry look plastered on his usually impassive face. "Can we talk?" The words that rolled off his tongue sounded strangled- almost. With a nod, I followed the tall boy outside, the cold air hitting my face and making me shiver.

"What's wrong?" His hand reached up and tugged at the shirt Jenna had forced me into. "I don't think this is appropriate for you to be wearing." The words falling from his lips were almost silent.

"You can't tell me what I can and can't wear." His eyes narrowed at my response, and my breath hitched in my throat. Harry's strong hands pushed me up against the back wall of the brick house, lips inches from mine.

"I can, and I will." This made my blood boil. It was exactly how every guy had ever treated me- as if I would simply obey any of their rules or requests.

"Who says I have to listen to you?" The two of us were practically yelling now, until Harry pressed his body against mine.

"I do." His warm lips pressed against mine, and for a moment I was shocked- not knowing what to do, my hands rested against the back of his neck and kissed the angry- but still cute- boy back.
__________

"Olivia, are you-" Harry and I pulled away from one another as Jenna's voice sounded from behind us.

I felt a deep red blush burning against my cheeks as she stared at the two of us with extremely wide eyes.

"Never mind- I'm just gonna go." Her voice trailed off before hurrying away to go tell everyone what she had just seen.

"Sorry." Harry smiled at me sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Don't apologize." My lips turned upwards into a small smile as his arm snaked around my waist and we walked towards the car.

__________

The next morning a splitting headache crowded my thoughts as I stumbled out of bed, wrapping a black blanket around my shivering body. The sound of dishes hitting one another echoed through the hallway as I padded across the cold floor quietly, and soon a shirtless Harry came into view.

"Hey! I made breakfast." His usual happy smile spread across his face, tiny little curls framing his jaw perfectly. It was so different in comparison to the way his face was altered last night. Once again, I had spent the night at Harry's after passing out in the car on the way home.

"Thanks." As I took a seat beside him, his warm fingers traced circles on my arm gently. "Mm," I had never seen Harry in such a good mood before- it was actually really adorable.

A part of me was hoping that his happiness would last forever.

__________

a/n: i know that compared to other stories on wattpad, mine is SUPER unnoticed, but thank you so much for 100 reads! it really does mean a lot to me. sorry for the late update, and its in bad shape, but i didnt want to leave you all hanging.

vote and comment if you want to :) (nothing negative pleeaaaase && thankyouuuuu)

xoxo