The Boy Next Door

Chapter Ten

Olivia groans as she feels a throbbing pain in her head. She lets out a cry when it intensifies with her waking, causing Harry to wake. He let out a groan of his own, clutching his head.
"Harry, I don't feel so hot." She mumbles, making a run for the bathroom. She empties the remaining alcohol from her stomach. She whines as she had always hated getting sick. She feels warm, ringed fingers pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She turns to face him, a pout adorning her face. "I'm never drinking again." She moans. Harry chuckles, running his right hand through his hair. "I told myself the same thing the first time I woke up hungover." He clutches his stomach in pain.
"Shit, watch out, love." The two are slump against the bathroom wall hungover as Zach Galifianakis, Bradley Cooper, and Ed Helms from The Hangover. The only thing missing is the baby and the tiger in the bathroom. "Well, I suppose we should go face the world now, eh, Zach?" Harry teases. Olivia groans. "No, I say we stay in bed and skip it and say we did, Bradley." The two laugh and stumble down the stairs in a fuss. They take their seats at the kitchen counter, both clutching their head in their hands. They're startled by the sound of pans banging loudly. "How are we doing today?" Gemma smirks. "Gem, please." Olivia whines. "Stop talking." Harry groans in unison.
"Morning, Gem." Anne strolls down the stairs.
"Ah, and good morning my two hungover teenagers." "Peachy today, are we?" Anne teases. "Oh, please, not now, mum." Harry pleads, rubbing the side of his head. "Oh, good, because you're about to get an ear full." Anne scolds. "Two in the morning, Harold?!" "And just what in the hell were you both thinking?!" "Thanks, Gemma," Harry tells his sister. "What??" She says. "I didn't tell her." "I didn't have to say anything." "She's got that mum radar." Gemma reasons. "A party mum," Harry tells her. "Liv and I went to a party." Anne sighs. "Why didn't you just tell me that, Harry?" "I'm sorry mum, I should have called." "I promise we were both safe." Anne turns to Olivia, who nods in unison. "Don't either of you pull that again." She scolds. "You had me worried sick." Olivia and Harry both nod. "Alright, darlings, I'm headed to book club." "I'll see you later." "Can I trust that nobody is going to up and run without a word while I'm gone?" All three children nod in unison. Anne smiles in satisfaction. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say you two will be cooped up in the bedroom today?" Harry and Olivia give Gemma a shared 'Obviously' look." Gemma nods, disappearing upstairs. "Harry, carry me." Liv pouts, holding up her arms. Harry chuckles. "Not a chance, Love." She groans, the two practically crawling back up the stairs. "My head hurts." Olivia whines. Harry hands her the medicine, which she takes eagerly. Harry pops in a movie. "The Hangover?" Olivia chuckles. "How fitting." Harry smirks, chuckling. "I thought so." She rolls her eyes at her best friend's cheekiness. For the remainder of the day, they stayed in bed, watched comedies, and had pizza delivered through Harry's bedroom window. Olivia giggled at Harry's explanation to the pizza place to have the driver climb up his ladder and through the window. "Harry, you asshole!" Olivia groans. "Stop eating all the cheese pizza!" He chuckles as she shoves him.
"Here, Love, I didn't eat it all." He holds the slice to her mouth. She stares at it. What was he doing?? Harry smirks. "Well, are you going to eat it?" "Or stare at it?" He teases. Olivia blushes, hesitantly bringing her mouth toward the pizza. As the cheesy goodness of the pizza enters her mouth, she unexpectedly lets out a moan. Harry smiles, "Good?" She nods, scooping up the sauce off her chin with her finger and into her mouth. Olivia blushes as she watches Harry study her with his bottom lip between his teeth. "Your turn." She teases, holding out the half-eaten slice. He smiles, instantly biting off the remaining cheese. She stares at him, her mouth agape. He smirks, holding his mouth open in mockery. She blushes, attempting to turn away. "You've got a little something." He teases, holding her jaw in place. "Right there." He touches his thumb right below her bottom lip. Her heart raced, and her hormones go wild. "Harry." She whispers." He hums, still holding his thumb in place. "Please." It comes out more like a whispered whine. "Let me try something, Olive." She might have yelled at him for calling her that, but she was turned on. "Tell me if it gets too weird or uncomfortable." Olivia nods. Harry cups her face in his hands as he gently runs his thumb over her cheek. He smoothes his fingers through her shoulder-length dark locks. She was actually feeling the coolness of his rings against her skin. He leans in, causing her breath to hitch. Harry's lips rub against hers ever so delicately as if to ask her permission. She nods, and that's all it took. Harry's lips were sweet like honey. Olivia melted into it like a bee. Harry groans as he pins her underneath him. Holy shit. Is this actually happening?? Her mind raced as his lips devour her. Her name falls from his lips as his mouth makes its way down her neck. Olivia's body was on fire. She was feeling things she had never felt. It wasn't long before his mouth found her sweet spot. His perfect teeth rub against the skin under her ear. Her body seems to have a mind of its own as her hips begin to grind into him eagerly. He chuckles sexily against her ear. "So innocent." He hums. "My sweet butterfly." He chuckles.
"Harry." She whimpers. He groans against her lips. "Harry, mum wanted me to..." Olivia and Harry quickly pull away at the sound of Gemma throwing the door open. Gemma's face said it all. "Shit." "I'm sorry, I should have knocked." When Gemma quickly shut the door, Harry and Olivia stared at each other. "Shit." They both say in unison.