The Deal

*Olivia Harper*

When I woke up, I was surprised to see that I was lying in my own bedroom, and not anyone else’s—mainly, Harry’s. I sat up slowly, and groaned. My limbs were aching, and my head yet again felt like it was going to split into two. I fumbled around for my phone to see if I could find any clue as to how I got back home. I saw one unread message from Harry.

In case you’re wondering how you’re in your room, I sneaked you in after…well, you know. You’re welcome.

I quickly sent him a reply, thanking him, and then headed straight for the shower. I quickly got out after twenty minutes and headed down for some breakfast.

I was not surprised to see dad and Linda cast me an angry look when I walked down. Dad set the newspaper down and opened his mouth to talk, but Linda held up her hand, indicating that she was going to speak first. I rolled my eyes and turned away from them, and helped myself to some toast.

“Your behavior was uncalled for,” Linda said, and I didn’t bother looking at her. I simply spread some jam on the bread. “We asked you specifically not to go out, yet you did. Your father asked you to come back home, and you hung up on him. Where were you? And who were you with?”

I didn’t reply, but continued eating my food.

“Olivia, I think I asked you something.” Linda said. She caught my wrist as I lifted the toast to my mouth. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“Jesus!” I yelled, and let the toast fall back onto the plate as I wrenched my arm from her gasp. “Don’t touch me.”

“Liv, behave,” Dad warned.

“You guys won’t even let me eat my breakfast!” I said. I got up, sighing angrily.

“Olivia, finish your food.” Linda ordered.

“Not thanks.” I snapped. “And don’t you ever touch me again.”

I stalked up to my bedroom and banged the door shut behind me. Sighing, I grabbed my phone and dialed Lexi’s number. She picked up on the fourth ring.

“Liv?” she answered.

“Hey, Lex.” I said. “What’s up with you?”

“I called you so many times last night!” she said. “Where were you?”

I opened my mouth to answer her, but hesitated. Telling her the truth would be risky. If I told her I was with Harry last night, she might get slightly suspicious. She knew Harry and I weren’t friends, and I planned to keep her under that impression for at least some time.

“Hello? Liv?” Lexi asked, when I didn’t reply.

“Yeah, sorry—” I said hurriedly. “I was just—erm, yeah, I was sleeping last night.”

Lexi laughed. “What?”

“Yeah, I was tired.” I muttered.

She chuckled. “Wow, okay.” she said. “Anyway, the reason I called you was because…Dylan wanted to talk to you.”

“Dylan?” I asked. His name now sounded strange on my tongue. I hadn’t spoken to him—or about him—in weeks now, and he had literally disappeared—at least from my life. I knew Lexi still talked to him some times, but we never mentioned him when we were together. I preferred it that way, because it was honestly a bit awkward and I wanted to move on. Dylan was a finished chapter in my book, and besides, I had more pressing issues to worry about. Like Harry and our pact, and making sure I kept things according to our rules of romance being out of bounds along with the situation at home. Moreover, I felt guilty lying to Lexi, because I hadn’t ever done that before. There was already too much on plate without having to worry about trying to fix things with Dylan as it is, especially when I didn’t really want to.

“Mm, yeah.” Lexi said. “He wants to make up. He wants to talk things out.”

I sighed and fell back onto the bed. “But I don’t want to.” I told her. “Dylan and I are over.”

“Not for him.” Lexi said. “He says he misses you. He’s…erm, miserable without you.”

I laughed. “Are you sure this is Dylan we’re talking about?”

“Liv, just talk to him once.”

“No.” I said determinedly. “Lexi, please tell him not to get his hopes up. I don’t want to talk to him.”

“Whatever.” Lexi said. “It’s your problem, not mine. I just thought you should know.”

“Yeah, thanks.” I said.

“Sure,” she replied. “Anyway, I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”

“Alright. Bye Lexi.”

“Bye, babe. Love you.” she said, and hung up.

—-

*the next day*

I shut my locker and turned around, to find myself face to face with Harry. He was grinning down at me.

“What?” I asked him, and then looked around to see if anyone was looking at us. I hoped Lexi wouldn’t see us together.

“Mm, you look nice today.” he said slowly, and I hurriedly pushed him away.

“Harry, not now!” I said quickly, casting a panicked look around. “Jesus, keep it in your pants.”

Harry only laughed though. “Alright, alright.” he nodded. “By the way, I think the boys know something’s up.”

“The boys?” I asked, as we started walking.

“You know, Niall, Zayn, Liam and Lou.” he said.

“Oh.” I said. “The know something’s up…?”

“Between you and me.” he said, gesturing between the two of us.

“WHAT?” I asked, horrified. “They know?”

“Well, not really,” Harry shook his head. “But, like…they’re suspicious. They’re wondering how I got you to sleep with me twice in a row.”

“We’ve slept together more than two times.” I muttered, blushing.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that.” Harry chuckled. “You know, they won’t tell anyone, even if they get to know. They’ll probably demand excruciatingly explicit details, but other than that…they won’t care.”

“I don’t know, Harry.” I sighed. “I just…don’t really want—”

“Anyone to know?” Harry nodded. “Of course. I won’t want to piss you off, Harper. Actually,” he added as an afterthought, “maybe I should. That would make your more aggressive in bed, won’t it? Maybe you could…punish me?”

He winked at me and I felt very hot suddenly.

“Shut up,” I murmured. We’d reached my class, but it hadn’t started yet. I peaked in to see Lexi inside, but she was bust texting.

“You know,” he said, “I’ve noticed something about you.”

“What?” I asked him.

“You’re nervous around me.” he said, grinning at me.

“What?!” I asked, appalled. “Fuck off, Styles. That’s not true.”

“It is.” he grinned. “You only take charge when you’re drunk.”

“Bullshit,” I snarled.

He laughed, and tweaked my nose. “It’s true. When you’re sober, I’m the one doing all the work, trying to get you to have sex with me. But when you’re drunk…mm, you’re feisty.”

I stared at him, my eyes wide. “Don’t make me slap you.” I warned, backing into to class.

He grinned. “Do I have to get you drunk for that first?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but just then, Lexi called out my name. “LIV!”

I glared at Harry, wanting to smack him, but instead, I simply turned around and stalked into class.

—-

*Harry Styles*

Only an hour more, I thought to myself, as I stared at the clock above the class board. And then I can go home.

I looked over at Lou and grinned. His head was in his hand and his eyes were closed. He was asleep. I wish I could fall asleep as quick as he could. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I carefully slipped it out, making sure the teach wouldn’t notice. I was surprised to see a text from Olivia.

You’re dropping me home. Make up an excuse and let your friends know.

I frowned, confused. Casting a quick look to see if my teacher was looking (he wasn’t, he was busy reading the book we were currently going through), I texted her back.

Sure. Why, though?

She didn’t reply.

——

*end of school*

“Alright mate see you,” Niall clapped my back as the boys went off to get into Zayn’s car. Louis however stopped, letting the rest continue on their way.

“Going home with Olivia?” he asked me.

My eyes widened. “How do you know?” I asked him. I’d told the boys I had to stay back to finish off some extra homework. Obviously, Lou didn’t believe me.

“I know you.” Louis chuckled. “Have fun.”

I shrugged, as I watched him walk off.

I walked to my car, to see Olivia standing near it, busy typing something on the phone. I gently walked up to her, and whispered “boo!” in her ear. I laughed when she actually jumped.

“Harry,” she breathed.

“What did you tell your best friend?” I asked her, holding open the car door for her.

“Extra school work,” she said.

“Same,” I said, once I’d run around to car to get in myself. “I don’t think they believed me though.”

“Yeah, Lexi didn’t believe me either.” she shrugged. “Whatever. Start driving now, will you?”

“Demanding, aren’t we? I just wish you were this demanding when it came to sex.” I said, teasing her about our earlier conversation. “You know, when you were sober.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, but didn’t reply to that. Instead, she said, “Take the back road. The one that hardly anyone takes.”

“Why?”

“Just take it.” she insisted, and I shrugged.

“So,” I said, after a few minutes of silence. “Any special reason you wanted me to drop you home?”

“Mm, you could say that.” she shrugged.

“What is it?” I asked.

To my surprise, she grinned. “You know, you’re sort of right.”

“About…?” I asked, confused.

She scooted in her seat slightly, before replying. Her hand came to rest on my thigh. “About not being.. you know, demanding when I’m sober?”

“Erm…and?” I asked, my gaze falling to her small hand placed on my thigh.

“And well…that’s not fair to you, is it?” she asked me, moving her hand slightly up. I cleared my throat for no reason, and shifted as my gaze returned to the road. “You’re really good, you know. You deserve some sort of reward.”

“Uh, I guess I—” her hand traveled further up, almost touching my crotch now. “—I do.”

“You do.” she said, undoing her seat belt and scooting closer to me to whisper in my ear. “And that’s why, I’ll reward you. Do you want me to, Harry?”

I groaned when she whispered my name like that, as I felt her place her hand on my jeans glad cock.

“Harper…” I muttered, trying very hard to focus on the road. “I’m driving.”

She clucked her tongue. “That’s what you get for teasing me.” she said, gently biting my ear lobe, and rubbing me over my jeans at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Fuck, I—” I broke off. “Harper, stop it.”

“Do you really want me to, baby?” she asked me innocently.. “Think very carefully. You could stop the car right now and we could…”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I finally understood why she’d wanted to take the back road. She’d planned this when I’d teased her, and she knew there were hardly any chances of getting caught here.

I stopped the car at the side of the road, and pulled her onto my lap for a heated kiss. My hand went in her hair as I crushed her to me, put she pushed me away.

“Tsk tsk,” she said, flicking my nose. “I’m taking charge, remember?”

She reached down to push the seat back to giver her more access. She then pushed the back rest down so I was almost lying down. Her hands quickly undid my jeans and I lifted my hips to allow her to remove them easily, along with my boxers.

I was already hard. She took my cock in her hand and stared at it, making me groan.

“Harper, honestly—”

“Shhh.” she chided, and then slowly started pumping my length.

I moaned and threw my head back, reveling in the pleasure she was giving me. Her thumb swiped the slit, collecting there precum. She slowly took the head in her mouth, and sucked it, and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan.She giggled against my shaft, the vibrations causing me to buck up into her mouth slightly. I ran my hands through her hair as she continued to devour my cock with her mouth, letting out loud moans.

I could feel myself rushing towards release, and I thrusted into her mouth at a faster pace.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “just like that, baby.”

She pumped my shaft a couple of times before taking it in her mouth again. She licked a thick stripe underneath, and fondled my balls with her other hand.

“Shit,” I cursed. “I’m close, Olivia.”

Her mouth still wrapped around my cock, she looked up at me, and I could see the glee in her eyes at my words.

“I—fuck, yeah.” I moaned as my cock twitched. My hands tightened in her hair as I bucked my hips into her mouth, and came hard right into her mouth, her name falling from my lips in soft whimpers.

I let out a sigh, as she removed her mouth from my cock and I came back from high. She grinned and moved up, and sat down in the passenger seat. She’d swallowed it all, and I smiled lazily at her.

“Should I make fun of you more often?” I asked her, still slightly breathless.

“Not if you don’t want me to chop your balls off.” she warned.

I laughed. “If you give me a blow job like this before it, it may just be worth it.” I joked, as I finished buttoning up my pants.

“Just start the car,” she laughed.

“Don’t you want me to…?” I asked, confused. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made me feel.

“Oh, I do.” she nodded. “But I should be getting home. I have to keep things on the down low for a while.” she rolled her eyes. “Or Linda and dad will lose it.”

I nodded, as I started the car. “You’re even better when you’re sober, by the way.” I told her.

“I’m good.” she said simply. “Not matter what I am, drunk or sober. Admit it, Styles.”

I laughed. “It’s true.”

Notes