Our Little Secret (15+)

**"I went over to her, pulling her arm and going into the prop room. "HEY! DID I SAY YOU COULD TOUCH ME?" she screamed. "Why do you hate me so much?" I say coldly.Her eyes widen and she looks at her feet at a loss for worse. "Is there even a reason?" I say softly. She looks up into my eyes. "Harry I-" she stopped with her mouth open, not knowing what to say. I laugh to myself. "We used to be so close." I touched her cheek and she surprisingly leaned into it, her eyes closed. "Sometimes a little too close." I smile.She opens her eyes and pushes my hand away. She shakes her head no. "Why Olivia? Because at the moment I don't know the reason why I hate you." I said getting out of the prop room. Did I just say that to her? I stop and think about going back. I can't I already said it, but it wasn't true. I don't hate her. I like her. A lot"**

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3. Chapter 1

Olivia's P.O.V

I woke up to the sun shining through the curtains. That golden color taking hold of my room and the warm summer breeze coming in through the open window, making my curtains flow in its wind. I stretch and look at my phone. September 6th. The first day of my senior year.

I get out of the bed and go over to my closet. I pick out a floral dress and white shoes. I walk over to my curler and turn it on, starting to do my hair. I look in the mirror at the progress so far. Next up is make-up. I put a little bit on, I really don't need much, I don't have any real blemishes.

I looked myself in the mirror. What you would see is the perfect girl. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful. I know I sound conceded but I don't think of myself as beautiful. I think of myself as a pretender. Everyday after school, I go to a secret music lesson in the back of the school with a few other kids that don't go to my school. I love music. Period.

It's literally the only thing in my life I can depend on. I hear a bang on my door. And of coarse there's my twin brother, Niall. "Olivia! You ready?" he screams loudly. "Go on down and wait for me. I'll be there in a second." I scream back. I was lucky to have a brother.

I go over to some pictures on my wall. I look at one picture in particular. It was me and Niall when we were four. He wore khaki's with a tiny red polo while I wore a little pink dress. There was also another four year old in the picture. It was our best friend, well now just his, Harry Styles. He wore a tiny blazer and black dress pants. I laughed at the little curly headed boy. To be honest, I never intended on hating him. In actuality, I like him more then anyone can know. One day I made the fatal mistake of telling Niall and he just flipped. He told me to stay away from him. So as time grew, I made everyone, even Niall and Harry, believe I hated him.

I turned away from the picture and grabbed my bags. As soon as I opened the door I heard that laugh. Harry's laugh. I smiled at the sound. I walked gracefully down the stairs and I turned my head to see that cheeky grin. Those dimples that grew cuter over time, and those green eyes that grew more and more intoxicating as you go closer to them.

I snapped out of my miny trace and gave him a bit of a 'not-so-happy-to-see-you' smile. He returns it with an eye roll. "Finally! Let's go!" Niall said linking my arm with his, following Harry out the door. He went to the drivers seat as Niall sat shot gun. I sat in the back and breathed in the Harry scent I have missed all summer. I closed my eyes for a second, taking it in.

When I opened them I caught  Harry staring at me in the rear view mirror. Niall was talking so he didn't notice our staring. A gentle, sincere smile crept across his face. Before one could appear on mine, I broke the connection and said, "You really need to learn how to take showers, Styles." scrunching my nose. His smile faded and he said, "Well you don't smell like a flower now do you?" I huffed in the back and looked out the window, watching all the passing cars.

The whole car ride I kept taking glances in the mirror to see if Harry was looking. I only caught him once. The other reason was just to look at his eyes, I've always found them enchanting. But I could never let him know that. No one knows about my feelings for Harry. Well, except for Liam. He's me and Niall's best friend, to be honest I'm closer than Niall, I tell Liam everything, he's like a second brother. A brother I can tell things to without him flipping out. Never again.

What I want more than anything is to hang out with Harry again. Just us. We used to hang out alone, watch movies, laugh at each others jokes, okay and flirt once in a while, and we used to cuddle up next to each other when ever watching a sad movie, which he always picked out actually.

I looked at him once more and there. I made a connection with his eyes. I gave a small smile without recognition and he surprisingly returned it. I shook my head and looked out the window again. All those things can never happen again though. It's only a memory now.

He hates me.

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