You're Very Welcome But I Cost Money To Ride

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Chapter 26:

Harry's POV:

Olivia eventually kicked her legs back into my lap. I lightly tapped a random beat against her calves as we talked. I have to ask, who wouldn't want to be in this position right now? It sometimes frustrates me when I tease her. All I want to do is lean in and kiss her. She's already one of the coolest girls I know.

"Harry?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

She had her eyes closed and was playing with the bottom of her sweatshirt, exposing a small part of her stomach to me. An idea popped into my head and I smiled. I slowly slid my hand up her shirt making sure my hand didn't touch her skin. I then quickly set it down on her stomach and she gasped. "Your hand is freezing!" she struggled to pull it from under her grey sweatshirt.

"Sorry, but you were showing of your stomach," I pointed out and laughed. "Not on purpose," She wined. A few seconds later she smiled. "You liked it," I teased her. "What makes you think that?" She smirked at the ceiling. "Because you are smiling about it," I pointed out. "I'm just smiling," she stated. "Mm-hmm," I teased her. She laughed then stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked her. She stretched and made this moaning noise that brought a dirty thought I my mind. Even more so because her flat stomach was showing again. "Don't say anything," she instructed me then fixed her shirt. "What was I going to say?" I leaned back onto the couch and smirked. "That I sounded like I was having sex," she told me. "That and your stomach was showing again. Babe, if you wanted me to touch it you don't have to ask," I teased causing her to glare at me.

"I'm thirsty. Where is the water fountain?" Olivia asked me. I thought about the nearest one which was in the cafeteria. "Follow me, m'lady," a bowed and she laughed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hallway with me. "I feel like a slave," she muttered while being dragged along. "Sorry. What about this?" I stopped dragging her and picked her up bridal style. She laughed and grabbed my neck to hold on. "Now I feel like a princess," she joked and I snickered.

I carried her the whole way to the cafeteria. When we reached there I set her down in front of the water fountain. "Why thank you," she laughed. "You're very welcome, but I cost money to ride," I smirked at how dirty that sounded. "I'm having negative thoughts. And I'm not paying you anything," she told me and we both laughed. "A kiss?" I pouted. She looked me up and down teasingly then shook her head. I did the same for her and nodded mine. "Nah, I'm good," she laughed and bent over to drink some water. I sat on the table behind her and bit my lip. Don't look. Don't look. Too late. I stared at her bum. I couldn't help that it was right in front of me.

I couldn't help being cheeky about it either. I let a wolf-whistle escape my lips and she stood up straight. "I knew I felt you staring at me," she accused me. "Only because your bum was right there in front of me," I defended myself. I jokingly walked over to her before realizing how close I ended up being. I watched some small droplets of water on the corner of her lips. "You have a little something," I whispered at the closeness of our faces. I lifted my hand up to her cheek and wiped my thumb across her lips. I felt my eyes go up and down between her lips and eyes.

"Are you kids allowed to be in here?" A loud voice asked from behind me. I jumped and spun around to face a lunch lady. "We were just getting water," I explained to her. "Mm-hmm. Getting water my ass. You two were making out," She accused us. I heard Olivia snickering from behind me. "Hello, Mrs. Fay," She told the lady and stepped from behind my back. "Oh, hello Olivia. What are you doing in here with this boy? I thought you had no boy friend," she asked, confused. I was confused too.

"We were just getting water and we never kissed. We both got put out of class. And I don't have one and he's not mine," Olivia stated. I nudged her with my elbow and gave her a confused look. She gave me a 'tell you later' look back and I nodded. "Well in that case follow me. I have a treat for you both," she walked off to the kitchen. "You know her?" I asked the blonde girl. "Talked to her at the beginning of lunch. We had a whole conversation. She's awesome," she told me as we headed into the kitchen.

We walked through the door and found the lunch lady next to a table. A table with a cake. A cake made of chocolate. You can imagine how I feel after Louis trashed my lunch. "What's this?" I asked. "Well, I made it for one of the other lunch lady's birthday which is today, but she called in sick. Now I have this cake and I want to give a slice to each teacher. Help me pass them out and you will get one too," she told us. Olivia groaned. "More passing out things!" She whined. I laughed. "It will be fun!" I nudged her back. "For you, okay," she told the lunch lady. She smiled and started cutting the cake. Olivia faced me and I pouted. "Only for her?" I asked. "I may consider you," she winked.

"Okay, both of you take four plates at one time and go to each teacher. Only one piece per person and no students. Stay together," the lady explained and handed us both four plates. I held one in each hand and balanced the other two on the crook of my elbows. Olivia did the same. "Let's go," I cheered and walked out the door. She laughed from behind me and we walked out and into the cafeteria.

"Who to first?" She questioned me. "Wherever you go, I go," I wiggled my eyebrows at her. She laughed and walked down one hallway. I followed her to the end and set my plates down on a bench. I opened the door for her like a gentleman and she thanked me. I watched her trot into the classroom. All of the students were eyeing the cake, and some boys Olivia. I stepped in the doorway slightly to see what was going on. Olivia set the cake in the teacher's desk and she said thank you. I smiled and followed her out of the room. "Next class?" I asked. "Yep," she smiled at me.

We passed out cake to all of the classrooms in the school which took no time at all. Whenever we saw someone like Zayn or Marisa, we would always mess around in front of them. When we went back into my classroom, the teacher made both of us get out so Olivia threw away his cake in front of him. I guess you could imagine what he acted like. Olivia's teacher was calm and said a thank you. The teacher that apparently didn't tell her thank you earlier, didn't say it again so she yelled at him. I ended up carrying her out of the classroom, which is where we are now.

I set her down in the hallway and closed the door behind me. I face her and raised my eyebrows at her. "He deserved it! I did all this work," she huffed. "Of course you did a great job, now lets go get some cake," I grabbed her hand and walked beside her. She intertwined her fingers with mine and a huge smile spread across my face.

Olivia started swinging our arms back and forth while skipping ahead of me. "Come on," she whined as my weight held her back. 'I'm not doing that," I chuckled and shook my head. "Yes you are, so do it," she scolded me while pulling me forward as hard as she can. I sighed and eventually gave up. I skipped jokingly beside her down the hall and into the cafeteria. We both stopped, out of breath and laughing.

We both got our cakes from the lunch lady and were just waiting around in the cafeteria now. I looked at her and chuckled. "You have icing on your top lip," I told her. She giggled then licked her lips. The school bell sounded signaling the start of our next class.

"I'm going to be late to class," I told her. She nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck. She brought me closer and into a quick hug. She pulled away and laughed. "Go to class," I pushed her away slightly and laughed. "Don't leave me," She joked. "So now you want this," I raised an eyebrow and gestured to my body. "Yeah, sure," she laughed.

I watched as she spun in her heel and walked away. Every person she passed looked at her in some way. Girls with jealousy or friendliness. Guys with lust or entertainment. Me with a bit of all of that.

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