Lolita

"Good girls do what their daddy says my pretty Lolita",he said tugging on my underwear.
"But that's not even my name Harry"

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Harry's P.O.V.

When I wake up, Livy is sprawled on my chest. Part of her chest is visible, while the rest of her is covered by the thin white sheets. She looks so peaceful. Her long lashes kissing her almond skin. Her dark hair is a mess. I try to fix it, but she starts to move. 

"Stop touching me, Harry," she mumbles. 

"You didn't say that last night, now did you?" I ask.

She raises her head and gives me a glare. 

"Shut up, and go back to sleep,"she mumbles once more and snuggles into her pillow. 

I laugh and pull her back into my arms. 

"You know you love me, and it's eight o'clock, so get up." I tell her.

She groans and pouts. 

"Come on, let's get something to eat Babe. I know you're hungry after all that exercise,"

I smile. 

She gives me one last eye roll, but she gets up. 

"Can we at last order something? I don't feel like cooking," She asks me.

"Sure. Chinese?"

She gives me a smile and wraps her arms around me. 

"Chinese it is." She says with a smile. 

"Also, I want you to carry me down stairs too." she asks me.

"Um, you are not a baby." I tell her, annoyed.

"Yeah, but I'm your Lolita, and technically that's a baby." she tries to explain her reasoning.

"A sugar baby and an actual baby are two different things." I tell her.

"Just take me down stairs."

Olivia P.O.V. 

We are laughing and smiling as if what happened never happened, and I like it this way. Now, I don't want Harry to hit me then fuck me till I can't remember what happened, but I do want to be like a normal couple. 

I let go of him and take a seat on the couch. 

"What do you want?" he yells from the kitchen. 

"Chicken and rice!" I yell back.

"Alright!" he tells me.

I grab the remote and start to flip through channels. I finally come to a decent LMN movie and lay back and watch, but ten minutes into it there's a knock at the door. I wait for Harry to get it, but he ended up going upstairs. I sigh, but get up to get it.

When I open the door, I almost slam the door in his face.

"Zayn?"

"Uh, hey Olivia. I hope I'm not intruding." he says shyly

"Um, no you're no, but how do you know where I live?" I ask confused and creeped out.

"Louis told me yesterday," He smiles.

If Harry saw him he would kill the both of us. 

"Um Zayn, look. I think you're a good person but my boyfriend probably won't so if y-" I'm mid-explanation when Harry comes up behind me. 

"She meant her future husband, and who the hell are you?"

"I'm Zayn. Olivia and I met at the mall couple days ago." Zayn attempts to explain without angering Harry. Like that will happen.

He's starting to bite his lips and I can tell he's starting to get nervous. 

"Why were you and Olivia talking?" Harry asks clearly mad.

"She  came over to my table, and we just talked. She was supposed to come to my house yesterday so we could paint, but she didn't. So, I though I would come to her and do the art lesson," he mumbles to the ground. 

Harry looks at me with a locked jaw. 

"An art lesson? She wants to go to your house for a fucking art lesson? Do you think I'm stupid or something Olivia?" Harry yells at me.

I feel as if my heart is gonna beat out of my chest. We were just the perfect couple, but in a couple of minutes we are gonna become the couple in the movie: Fighting until one of them dies. 

"I really like art Harry, and it was just gonna be a art lesson. I swear. I would never cheat on you," I frown.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. 

"I'm gonna go to work. You can stay here with pretty boy here and paint the walls," he says dryly and leaves. 

The room is filled with loud silence for a couple minutes until Zayn finally speaks. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this,"he frowns. 

"It's okay." I say kind of unsure. "There is Chinese food on its way to the house. So we can eat and paint," I smile. 

He nods but I can tell he's a little worried. 

 

Hope your enjoying the story so far. Editing goes to Willow, Writing goes to me. :)

Love, Blue & Willow

 

 

 

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