The Deal

*Olivia Harper*

I waved at Lexi as she walked off to her class, after promising to tell her what exactly had happened with Harry when I next say her. I didn’t know what I was going to say, though, because the only thing i knew was that I’d sex with him, and stormed out the next day after snapping at him.

Dylan had wanted to talk to me the moment I’d entered school. I knew I was over reacting, because my relationship with Dylan hadn’t been anything too serious. The least I could do was hear him out, but when he had approached me, I just walked away without bothering to wait for him to finish his sentence.

I ducked into the washroom for a minute. After I was done, I walked out of a stall and checked myself in the mirror. Thankfully, none of the hickeys that covered my body were visible, because I’d covered them up with my hair.

I stepped out, and almost immediately banged into someone. My bag slid down my arm and fell on to the ground, and I was too about to fall backwards, when an arm shot out to catch me before I fell on my bum. I looked up to see Harry holding me, with a smirk on his face. I pushed at him and he let go of me.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” I snarled at him.

He bent down to pick up my bag and handed it to me. “I just prevented you from falling on your ass.”

“I would’ve done fine without your help.” I snapped, snatching my bag from him.

“Wow, who peed in your soup?” Harry asked. “You’re not still thinking about what happened that night, are you?”

“Of course I am!” I said. I knew I was loud, but the corridor was now deserted because everyone was in class. “I was drunk, and you took advantage of me!”

“Oh come on!” He groaned. “Not with that again. I didn’t fucking rape you, Harper. You initiated it. And you were upset and I was just…you know, trying to make you feel better.” The last sentence was accompanied by a grin, and I wanted to slap it right off his face. “I’m a normal guy. If a hot girl wants to have sex with me, I’m not going to say no.”

“You’re a jerk, Harry.” I shot at him, trying to push past him. He held his arm out to stop me, trapping me between the wall and himself.

“Oh come on, don’t make it so weird.” he said. “You didn’t even cheat on Dylan. We slept together one time. I’m not going to ask you to marry me. We don’t have to remember this forever. These things happen.”

“What if you got me pregnant?” I asked, trying to ignore how close he was to me, his chest pressing up against mine. “Do you think I want to carry around your child?”

Harry burst out laughing, throwing his head back so his curls bounced around his face adorably. “Oh come on, you’re not getting pregnant.” he said, but then immediately, his face became serious. “Right? You’re not…I didn’t get you…”

“Let’s hope you didn’t.” I said. “I don’t want to bear some curly haired, green eyed monster.”

“Hey, he could have your ugly brown hair too.” Harry said, smiling again.

“Bastard.” I said, looking up at him.

“Oh come on, as if you’re Miss Goody Two Shoes.” he rolled his eyes. “Do you make a big deal out of everything?”

“You’re an idiot.” I said. “A stuck up idiot. You think you’re so amazing, you can do any damn thing—”

“Don’t talk about me like you know me.” Harry said, his smile gone.

“But I do know you.” I said. “You think every damn girl loves you so much, she’ll just throw herself at you—”

“You did.” Harry said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “You threw yourself at me. Out of every other guy there, you walked up to me. You kissed me. You had sex with me.”

I closed my eyes for a tiny split second as his hot breath was all over the right side of my face, before opening them and pushing at him.

“I didn’t know what i was doing.” I said, glaring at him. “I was drunk. I was angry and—”

“And you kissed me. At the end of the day, you’re just like every other girl, Harper. Every other girl who finds me attractive. And even now, you’re sober, but you’re attracted to me.”

“I am not!” I hissed, appalled at his statement. Me? Find Harry attractive? He was a jerk. He was an idiot. He was—

Quite good looking. His perfect jaw, his piercing green eyes, his curls, the veins that popped out of his neck as he clenched his jaw, his full and pink lips, his prominent collar bones…

I shook my head and looked at him. I was losing it.

“Don’t try to hide it.” he said, moving in closer. “You don’t really care you broke up with Dylan. You’re not angry with me for having sex with you while you were drunk. You’re just trying to cover up because you don’t care.”

“I—” I was unable to form any words, as my gaze slowly slipped to his lips. I wondered what his lips would feel like, because I didn’t remember the last time…

His hands came up on either side of my head, as he leaned in to whisper in my ear. ”Like every other girl, you want to kiss me right now. Don’t you Harper?”

NO! My mind was screaming, but my body, which seemed disconnected, was going against it. My hands slid up his chest over his shirt to his collar, and I pulled him into a kiss.

Pull away, pull away, this isn’t right, this is so wrong. No, Olivia, no. Not right, this isn’t right, it’s wrong—

It was amazing. Harry immediately responded, his mouth moving urgently against mine. My hands moved to his curls and I wound my fingers in them, as his hands went to the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it up slightly.

We were making out in the corridor, where anyone could see us.

Gasping, I pulled away slightly to tell Harry to come into the washroom. At this moment, I doubt he cared that we were about to enter the girls’ washroom. Just like I didn’t care that I was doing nothing to prove him wrong, that I was doing nothing except showing him that he was quite right, that I wanted him.

We ducked inside and into a stall, and I bolted it shut behind me. My lips returned to Harry’s as he pushed me against the wall, his hands moving further up my t-shirt, over to my bra. He kissed down my neck and bit gently into my skin, and I tried very hard to suppress a moan, in case someone heard me.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be, shall we, Harper?” Harry whispered softly in my ear, as one if his hands moved to the button of my jeans. He undid it slowly, and slipped his hands inside. I bit my lip in anticipation, hoping with all my heart no one would hear us.

***

*Harry Styles*

I grunted against her skin as I came, trying my hardest not to make a sound too loud. She followed soon after, her fingers digging into my back.

I pulled away quickly, and we straightened our clothes in silence. I pulled my jeans back up, watching her the whole time.

I was dying to know what she was thinking. She looked like she was thinking of a million things at the same time, and I could almost hear her mind buzzing. I wanted to ask her what she was thinking, but she spoke before I could even open my mouth.

“Stay here,” she said, “and I’ll check if anyone’s outside.”

I nodded, and she quietly tip toed out. A minute later, she peeked inside the stall.

“Quick, come out!” she said. I followed her out quietly, and once we were outside, I huffed, relieved. I turned to her to grin.

“That was awesome.” I said.

I was expecting a sarcastic response about how this was again my fault. So I was surprised when I saw her smile, even if only a little bit. “You’re annoying.” she said, still smiling slightly.

“Did you just smile?” I asked in what was only half mock surprise. “I didn’t know God had gifted you with that trait. Sex makes you happy, huh?”

She slapped my arm, but otherwise ignored my statement. “Look, how are we going to keep going on if we can’t keep our hands off each other?”

“You can’t keep your hands off me, you mean,” I joked.

“This wasn’t one sided, you know?” she rolled her eyes.

“Well…”

“I don’t like you.” she said.

I frowned. “Ouch.”

“No, I mean,” she shook her head, “I don’t like you. Like, I don’t want to date you—or anyone else, for that matter. But you’re good at sex and…”

“What’re you trying to say?” I asked her slowly.

“Let’s just…have you ever seen Friends With Benefits, Harry?” she asked me.

“Erm, no,” I shook my head. “But…I think I get the gist of what it’s about.”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly what?” I asked her, starting to catch up.

“You’re so slow.” she sighed. “We should do that…you know? Friends With Benefits.”

“You want to fuck me every day but not be in a relationship?” I asked her, my eyes wide.

She frowned. “You make it sound really horrible like that, Styles.” she said. “But…yeah. I mean—wow, forget I said that. It’s such a stupid idea. I sound weird. No it’s—”

“Shut up.” I said, grinning. “You really think I’m going to refuse?”

“So…?”

“So,” I said, smiling down at her. “Hello, there, fuck buddy.”