freshman | h.s

005

Olivia's pov

i left harry's house before he could wake. i didn't bother leaving a note or plan on texting him later. i was probably never going to talk to him again, it's just to embarrassing. the whole school will probably know by monday about what happened.

as soon as i got home i texted grace earning an immediate phone call from her. i told her everything, vise versa. turns out niall didn't want to do anything because 'he wanted to do things right', whatever that means. harry has been texting nonstop but of course i haven't been replying which made him text even more. it started normal with just hey and wyd's then i'm guessing he realized that i wasn't going to reply so they got more serious

harry styles: olivia

harry styles: you said everything was okay

harry styles: im really sorry

before i knew it the weekend had passed quicker then i expected. i had prepared myself for the worse. walking through those doors i expected to have my name in everyone's mouth and eyes on me but it didn't happen. i got the same amount of stares i normally would which were mostly from juniors that were friends with grace. i met up with grace before class just cause i haven't seen her the whole weekend

"hey olivia" she smiles, giving me a quick kiss to my lips

our new way of greeting each other i guess...

"hey" i sigh

"still thinking about the whole harry thing?" she asks "i told you he wouldn't tell anybody. have you seen him today" she talks as we walk the halls

"no. thank god" i praise the heavens

she stands in front of me, stopping me from walking any further "you'll have to face him one way or another" she states the obvious

i knew that and i was dreading the moment when that'll come. what was i going to say? what would he say? what would we do? i push past her, kissing my finger and placing it to her cheek

"later g" i wave, walking into the class

••

i sat in class with my head on my desk. i'd already finished my work and had nothing to do. my teacher wouldn't let me get on my phone so i couldn't text grace or liam. i needed to get out of here

i raise my hand "sir, could i use the restroom ?" i ask

"make it quick miss grey, take the pass" he orders

yeah right. i was quick to grab the pass and skip out of the classroom. i instantly pull out my phone and text grace

my livia: come to the halls, i'm tired of being in class

ace: i really gotta finish this paper.

before i could reply i heard a voice call me name.

shit.

i know that voice. harry styles. without turning around i speed walk around a corner

"olivia please" i heard him shout but that doesn't stop my feet from walking even faster

before i knew it i was being pushed up against the lockers, held in place by harry's arms on either side of my head. he was out of breathe, breathing directly into my face but i didn't mind, his breathe was minty.

"olivia" he breathed

"harry"

we stared at each other for what seemed like forever. neither one of us said a single word. but once he caught his breathe he spoke.