Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."

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37. You Mess With The Bull, You Get The Horns

His arms around my waist held me close as we lounged on the couch. It was a beautiful evening and we decided to nap together. I had just opened my eyes an hour after coming home. His breathe on my neck felt amazing as the butterflies has flew. I rolled over to face him. My finger traced the outline of his jaw and other facial features. From the jawline to his lips did my finger move. His lips were soft and plumped. His smile grew under my finger as his eyes fluttered open. He kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes.

"Have I ever told you whenever you wake up, you look like a warm, fluffy newborn kitten?" I asked, giggling a bit at the question.

"No, I don't think you have." he mumbled, leaning in for my lips. I pressed my against his, feeling those warm kisses trail down to my jawline. I giggled, kissing his nose. He looked at me as I looked at him.

"I love you.." I mumble. He smiles his cute little smile.

"I love you more." he mumbles. Oh how I've missed this, how I've missed him. Our gaze was interrupted by the door being slammed shut. It was Olivia.

"God I'm so... oh my god! Are you... is it..?" she noticed us, smiling like crazy. I nodded, giving her my hand.

"It is official. No more break ups, either." I smile, sitting up. Harry does the same and holds me. Olivia admires the ring and screams.

"Congrats!!" she shouts.

"Thanks. Why are you here?" I ask, trying not to sound unpleasant. She rolled her eyes and plopped on the couch next to us. Her eyes rolled and turned on the telly. "Aren't you going to arnswer?" I joke, looking at Harry.

"Niall and I got into some stupid fight I guess. Our first fight." she complains, turning off the telly. I laugh as Harry does too.

"Oh Olivia. It's only the first fight. What was it about?" Harry asked. Olivia shrugged.

"We were out at dinner and Niall says that the waiter was 'flirting with me' in front of him and I did nothing to stop him. The waiter wasn't flirting but Niall insists he did." Olivia explained.

"Maybe he was flirting and you didn't know it." Harry suggests. I chuckle at his lack of guy knowledge.

"Wait until we know the whole thing, we can't assume." I tell him. "What did he say that sounded 'flirty'?"

"The waiter just complimented me on my outfit. He straight out said 'I like your outfit.' That's not flirting its a compliment!" she said, rolling her eyes again.

"What? Come on. That isn't flirting. If I was out with Harry and a waiter complimented me on my outfit or hair, I'm sure Harry would be fine with it, right babe?" I kiss Harry's cheek and smile. He noddes and smiles back.

"Maybe Niall has jealousy problems." Harry suggested.

"Oh my god, he's turning into you!" she joked, giggling a bit.

"Hey, at least I'm doing something to help me from that." he says.

"What are you doing to help it?" I asked, a bit confused on this news. He turns to me and smiles again.

"Well I'm seeking help to stop the problem. I shouldn't be jealous. As you said earlier, we aren't breaking up again." he smiled. I kissed him, looking at Olivia.

"Awe, Harry. You'e so cute." I say, giving him an eskimo kiss. Olivia makes a face that gives her the look of being grossed out. "Well maybe there's something wrong with Niall that could be bothering him. Maybe he really isn't jealous, but just mad about something."

"You're probably right. Should I let him cool off?" she asked. I shrugged.

"I don't really know what's better. Letting him cool off or going over there and seeing what's wrong." I glance over at Harry, who is on his phone. "Harry, what would you think is better?" he looks up and me with a confused look.

"What?" he smiled.

"What should Olivia do?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Whenever we got into fights, we'd talk it out." he told me. Olivia gave out a little sigh. "What?"

"I don't want a relationship like you guys." she said.

"Okay...? Then don't." Harry says.

"So stop comparing mine to yours." she snaps. Harry looked at her with a grumpy glare.

"I'm just trying to help." he snarled, looking at his phone again. I cleared my throat and smiled.

"Okay, well maybe you should go talk to him. Ask him what's wrong. It's probably just nothing." I tell her. She nods, getting up.

"You're probably right. Well I'm going to get going. I'll see you later, Kay." Olivia smiled. She glared at Harry after giving me a big embraced hug.

"...and harry." she mumbles, walking to the door.

"Bye." he mumbles, standing up. As Olivia closes the door, Harry wraps his arms around me from behind.

"Finally, she's gone." he whispers, moving his hands from my waist to a little bit further down. I pull away quickly, looking at him.

"Harry, we can't." I giggle. He rolls his eyes.

"I read online that we can until a certain week or month." he smiles, pulling me closer again. The gap between us is separated as he kisses my neck.

"I know the rules, but I'm not doing that." I giggle once more, putting my hands on his chest. He gave me the puppy face for a plead of disappointment. I rolled my eyes, walking over to the couch. He plopped down on the other side, folding his arms against his chest. I looked at him and laughed. "You're joking, right?"

"Hey, if you don't please me, I won't please you." he jokes, still sitting away from me. I get up and walk behind the couch, bending over so my lips are next to his ear.

"Just wait until this kid gets out. I'll be all yours. Anything you want, anytime you want." I whisper, kissing him passionately. When I back up, I then know what I've done. I've just made him even more angry. I giggled, walking into the kitchen for a quick snack. As I began to get some popcorn, I heard Harry walk in from behind me.

"You wanna play that game?" he asked me. I smirked at his little comment, still facing the other direction.

"We were playing a game?" I asked, obviously playing stupid. He then walked over, smashing his lips on mine. His arms quickly wrapped around me. He moved down to my neck, to my sweet spot, nibbling away.

"Harry, stop." I giggled, trying to push away. His arms kept me in place anyway. His hands explored every inch, reaching to my bum. His lips went back to mine, his tongue asking for entrance. I accepted and our tongues danced together. As we were getting more into it, I was about to give in. Suddenly, Harry pulled away quickly, grabbing his keys.

"See 'ya." he smiled, reaching for the knob. I looked at him, hoping he'd come back.

"That's it?" I asked him. He gave me an evil look.

"You mess with the bull, you get the horns." he smirked, walking out of the building. I gave in a frustrated growl, grabbing my popcorn. I spent a few hours watching movies until I went into thought. I can't believe that little bugger. He left me out to dry. I guess I deserved it since I was trying to do the same thing. The thoughts were interrupted by the door being knocked on. I walked over and noticed Olivia in the doorway. She was soaked from, I'm guessing, the rain and her bags at her sides. I gave her a shocked look.

"So uh... yeah. I guess he's the jealous type." she mumbled. I let her in, getting a warm towel.

"What happened?" I asked her. She shrugged and gave me a shy smile.

"I asked if he was okay and then he just got angry and shouted. He was saying how this isn't the first time someone's flirted with me in front of him." she paused, grabbing some coffee. "I kept asking him why he never said anything and all he gave me was 'I let it slide.' We just kept arguing until I finally began to pack my stuff and walk across the hall." she explained.

"Oh hun, it'll be alright. You can stay until you both sort thing out." I tell her.

"I'll just let him cool like I should of before walking back over there. Anyway, are you sure Harry will let me?" she asked me. I nodded, giving her an evil smile.

"Oh he's going to get the horns alright." I mumbled, grabbing her stuff. I walked her into the our room and moved some of Harry's stuff into the living room. I giggled to myself. "You'll sleep in this room with me. I'll make Harry sleep in the living room." I informed her. She giggled as well.

"You guys haven't did anything in this bed, have you?" she asked, very cautious. I shook my head.

"No, because I'm preggo, remember?" I smiled, looking at her.

"Haha, preggo. Like the soup." she giggles. "I wonder if they make preggo legos." she says out of random. I laugh at her silliness as I walk back out and into the living room. I notice Harry walking in with a smile.

"Hey babe." he greets, noticing his suitcase on the couch. "Why's my stuff in the living room?"

"Because we have a guest over. They will be sleeping with me in the bedroom." I tell him. He gave me a flirty wink.

"I thought that was my job." he smirks. I nodded, looking at at my bedroom door.

"You don't have to worry. This guest is only staying for a night or so, until they work something out with their boyfriend." I tell him. His eyes widen.

"No... not Olivia." his jaw drops. I give him an evil stare.

"You mess with the bulls, you get the horns." I tell him as Olivia walks out.

"I'm BACK!" she shouts, giving Harry a playful punch in his arm. He rolls his eyes.

"You owe me." he mumbles. I shake my head.

"Nope, you started it, I'm finishing it." I tell him, walking back into my room with an evil smile.

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