The Deal (English)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight.

*Olivia Harper*

I sat doodling in my notepad, as the class noisily went on waiting for the teacher to arrive. I looked up when I heard the chair next to mine get dragged.

“Hey, Liv.” Dylan smiled at me, taking the empty seat next to mine.

I simply looked at him, shocked. Dylan Matthews had literally disappeared from my life. I hadn’t seen him since he last cheated on me—I hadn’t thought about him since then. He’d crossed my mind once or twice, but somehow, never stayed. I’d forgotten he wanted to talk to me, wanted to sort things out. I was so caught up in my own life, I hadn’t given even a second thought to other things and people.

“Dylan,” I said.

“Look, it’s been almost a month since we’ve talked,” he said. “I miss you, Liv.”

“Dylan,” I sighed, not at all wanting to have this conversation, “you cheated on me. I think it’s obvious why we haven’t spoken.”

“I know,” he said, nodding. “But honestly, haven’t you missed me at all? Not even a little?”

No. “I…”

“Not even the slightest?” he pressed on.

“I…I have.” I lied. “But Dylan—”

“I want to sort things out.” he said, quickly cutting me off. “I want to talk, I want to make things okay.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t, Dylan.” I sighed. “We should just—”

“Olivia.” he said, taking my hand in his. “Just give me one chance. Only one. Let’s go out for lunch tomorrow. We’ll talk. And after that, if you still don’t want to continue…I won’t bother you. Please.”

“Dylan…”

“Please, Olivia.”

Say no, Olivia. You should. You don’t like him. You don’t want to sort things out. Say no. Going out with him will only complicate your life. Do NOT say yes. Say NO.

“Okay.” I gulped, slowly taking my hand out from his grasp. “I’ll…we’ll go. For lunch. But this doesn’t mean we’re together, Dylan.”

He smiled. “Thanks, Olivia.”

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*Harry Styles*

“Harry?” Louis asked, knocking on the bathroom door. “Are you building a fucking house in there? Get out!”

I laughed, as I dried my hands quickly, and came out. “Jesus Lou. Patience is a virtue.”

“Whatever, dude.” Louis rolled his eyes. “So listen mate, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Aren’t the boys waiting downstairs?” I asked him. We’d all gathered at Louis’ house to watch a movie and have dinner, and that ultimately meant we were crashing there for the night. I probably stayed at Louis’ house more than I stayed in my own, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I rang my house’s doorbell one day and my mother and sister didn’t remember who I am.

Louis waved his hand. “Let them wait for a few more minutes, it won’t kill them.” he said. “So…can we talk?”

“Sure, Lou.” I nodded. “You’re not going to confess your undying love for me, are you? Because I love you, mate, but things may get just a bit awkward.”

Louis rolled his eyes again. “Ha-ha.” he muttered. “You wish I was in love with you. No, I wanted to talk about…Olivia.”

I stilled when I heard her name. Shit. “Okay?” I asked cautiously.