The Deal

I looked up as I heard a knock on my door. I shut the book I was currently reading. “Come in.” I called out, already dreading seeing whoever it was outside that door, because it was either Linda or my dad. When the door opened, I suppressed a groan. It was both of them.

“Olivia, your father and I need to speak with you.” Linda said, in her usual soft but firm (and highly annoying) tone of voice.

“Not now.” I said. “I’m busy.”

“Doing what?” Dad asked me.

I held up the book I had been reading.

“Put the book down and listen to what your mother and I have to say to you, Liv.” Dad sighed.

I wanted to snap for the millionth time and tell him this woman was not my mother, but I just rolled my eyes. “What?”

“Olivia, something is wrong with you.” Linda said, in what was supposed to be a mild tone. She sat down on the bed and placed an arm on my knee, which I shook off.

“Are you calling me mental?” I asked her curiously. “Do you want to send me to an asylum?”

“Of course not, Liv.” Dad sighed.

“Shame,” I murmured. “At least I get to get away from the two of you.”

The two of them look at each other and exchanged some sort of stupid, wordless form of communication, before turning to look at me.

“Liv, what’s wrong?” Dad asked. “You’re not the Olivia I knew anymore.”

“Dad,” I said, sitting up straighter. “If you expect me to be the stupid five year old daddy’s girl forever, then I think you’re crazy. It’s called growing up, if you didn’t know.”

“Does growing up mean disregarding respect for your parents and rules totally?” Linda asked. “We asked you specifically not to attend anymore parties and stay at home instead, but you sneak out almost every night to see your friends. You don’t talk to either of us properly anymore, and either you’re always out of the house, or you’re locked up in your room. You don’t eat anymore, and I doubt you get sleep because you’re partying so much.”

“Liv, can you make a conscious effort to change yourself? Your mother and I are worried about you.”

“How do you know mum’s worried about me?” I asked. “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

“I—”

“If you meant her—” I gestured towards Linda, “then even you know you’re wrong. She doesn’t give a shit about me. And I don’t care.”

“Why won’t you accept it, Olivia?” My dad asked, sounding exasperated. “She’s gone! Your mother is dead. Linda is your—”

“Don’t,” I said, starting to feel really angry, “even think about it. She is not my mother, and you’re as good as not being a father too. I don’t care what you have to say, I don’t care if you’re ‘worried’, just leave me alone.”

“You can’t go for anymore parties.” Linda said, standing up. “And this is your final warning.”

“Whatever.” I muttered. “Can you guys leave now?”

Linda walked out without another word, and dad turned around to look at me too.

“Get out.” I said, and he sighed, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as they were gone, my phone rang. Good timing. I lifted it to check who it was. It was Harry.

It had been three weeks since Harry and I had made our deal. We were the only ones who knew about it, both having decided that we should keep it to ourselves for now. He was as annoying as ever, both before and after sex, but I was getting used to it—a little.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Harper,” his deep voice emanated from the other end of the line. “Get ready in fifteen minutes. I’m coming to pick you up.”

“For what?” I asked.

“Party, what else?” he asked me.

“I just got a warming from Linda and dad saying I can’t go out of the house, Styles.” I said.

“You’re actually going to listen to them?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.

You can’t go for anymore parties. And this is your final warning.

“No, of course not.” I said. “I’ll be ready.”

“Great.” he said, and hung up.

—-

*fifteen minutes later*

Just as I finished putting on my heels, my phone beeped.

I’m waiting. Come on.— H

I looked at my reflection once more, running a hand through my hair before heading out. I walked down the stairs quietly. Linda and dad were probably in their room. I walked down to the guest room, and quietly opened the window, before hopping out. This is how I sneaked out every night, so I wasn’t too nervous about it.

I walked to Harry’s car quickly—as quick as my feet would carry me in those pumps.

“You have a car?” I asked, as I quickly got in.

“Wow, I’m not that poor, you snob.” he laughed.

“So this is your car, then?” I asked.

“Nah, it’s Lou’s.” he admitted. “But I like to pretend it’s mine. Cheap thrills and all of that, you know?”

I laughed. “Whose party is it?” I asked him.

“Zayn.” he said.

“Zayn…Malik?” I asked.

Harry nodded. “That’s him.” he said. “Oh, by the way…”

“Hmm?”

Harry placed his hand gently on my thigh, the part that wasn’t covered by the dress. “You look really nice.” he whispered, looking at me. My breath hitched and I struggled to speak.

“Are you trying to get us killed?” I snapped, but it didn’t have the full effect I was hoping for. Harry;s hands was moving up, under my dress, closer and closer…

“I can multi task.” he said.

“Ha—Harry, watch the damn road.” I begged, catching his wrist.

He laughed, but removed his hand from my thigh. I sighed, relieved. “Asshole.” I murmured, and he laughed again.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want me to.” he said.

“Not while you’re driving!” I said.

“I can stop the car—”

“Harry, shut up.” I advised.

“You’re missing out.” Harry said, winking at me.

“Keep your eyes on the road!” I shrieked, and Harry laughed loudly. I shook my head, resisting the urge to pounce on him and slap him as well as kiss him.

I looked down as my phone buzzed. I checked who it was.

Dad.

“Fuck,” I cursed.

“What?” Harry asked.

“It’s my dad.” I said.

“Oh,” Harry said. “Do you want me to drive you back home?”

“No way.” I said. “Hold on, don’t talk okay?”

He nodded, and I answered the call. “Hello?”

“Olivia!” he said, his voice dripping with anger. I held the phone away from my ear slightly. I could still hear his voice loud and clear, because he was yelling. “WHERE ARE YOU? YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW.”

“Dad, calm down.” I said.

“CALM DOWN?” he asked. “We asked you not to—”

“I know you did!” I snapped. “And honestly, I can’t believe you really thought I’d listen.”

“Olivia, where are you?”

“I’m with a friend, okay?” I sighed. “And no, I’m not coming back.”

“OLIVIA—”

“Bye, dad.” I said, and hung up. I had the urge to throw my phone, but I didn’t want the windows to break, and there wasn’t any room for the full effect of my tantrum.

“Erm…everything okay?” Harry asked softly.

I nodded, but otherwise didn’t reply.

A few minutes later, we arrive at Zayn’s house. Harry parked the car and quickly got out, before running around to open the door for me.

“What, you think I can’t even open a car door by myself?” I asked him, hopping out.

“I was just being nice, you know,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Obviously, you’re not used to it.”

The music could be heard even outside the house. I wondered how pissed off the neighbours were. There was a couple making out heavily next to a tree right outside, and Harry and I smirked at each other when we saw them. Harry held open the door for me, and I walked in. Everyone turned to stare as I walked in with Harry, but I ignored them. I was surprised to see that even though I recognized their faces, I didn’t know even one name in the room. I tried hard to remember, but nothing came to me.

Harry pulled me by the hand and we walked up to Zayn, who was busy making out with someone.

“Erm, are you sure we should disturb him?” I asked Harry.

“OI! Malik!” Harry said loudly, and the girl and Zayn jumped up.

“Oh, Harry.” Zayn said. “And…Olivia? Harper?”

“Hey.” I muttered.

“I didn’t know you were friends with Harry.” Zayn said.

“Oh, it’s recent,” Harry said, grinning. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and slap him. Instead I fake smiled back.

Zayn looked at us suspiciously, but a familiar Irish accent could be heard over the music before he could say anything.

“Olivia?”

I turned to see Niall, and I smiled slightly. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” he asked me.

“Harry’s made some new friends.” Zayn smirked, and Niall laughed.

“Don’t get her drunk again, Harry.” Niall joked.

I blushed, as Harry laughed. “I can’t promise anything.” then he turned to me. “Come on, let’s, erm, not get you drunk.”

——

*Harry Styles*

I smirked as I watched Olivia down her drink in one go. I hadn’t even bothered asking her if she didn’t want to get drunk. Of course she did. I didn’t know just how much alcohol she’d had, I’d lost track by now.

I was pretty tipsy myself, but it was nothing compared to what Olivia was. I watched as she grabbed yet another glass and emptied its contents just as quickly. I watched the way her full lips touched the rim of the glass, her slight sigh as she swallowed the drink. Her dress hit just above mid thigh, low cut to show just a little cleavage. It surprised me to see that even dressed like this, she managed to not look like a hooker and simply looked quite elegant.

I grinned at her as she staggered to me, a smile plastered to her face.

“Can’t go home now,” she slurred.

“Have you ever heard of taking it easy, Harper?” I asked her.

She giggled, but otherwise didn’t reply. “Dance with me, Harry.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her breath fanned my face and I could smell the alcohol, but instead of repulsing, it simply drew me to her.

Her hands moved to my hair, playing with the curls at the name of my neck. Her face moved closer so our noses were touching. She swayed her hips and moved them against mine gently, and I hissed lightly at the contact. Her hands slid down my chest, and further to the hem of my shirt. Her hands slid up, and I sighed, feeling her warm hands on my chest. She reached up and planted a kiss on my lips.

I didn’t even care how many people were watching—I figured not many were. Everyone seemed to be busy within their own. Olivia’s hand slipped down my chest to the hem of pants, over the fabric to rest lightly on my crotch. I moaned lightly in her ear. She rubbed me over my pants once or twice, and I bit my lip as my hips bucked into her hand slightly.

“Come on,” I said, pulling away and taking her arm. I didn’t think I could stand it anymore. I pulled her into Zayn’s room and locked the door shut behind us, immediately attacking her lips with mine.