We arrived at Heathrow before Harry. Tim seemed pleased, and once I'd gone through security and dealt with my passport and everything, he and I just sat on a bench, my head resting on his shoulder as he held me protectively at his side. "This is stupid." he said, looking down at me.
"Why don't you trust me?" I asked, sitting up and looking at him. "I didn't do anything to make you think I would do something fucking dumb, Tim. You're my boyfriend, you should know me well enough to know that I'm going to be completely faithful to you." I rolled my eyes and stood up, watching as Harry entered the airport with a couple security guys, only to be swarmed by girls. "Wanna come say hi?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Harry would probably like that." Tim rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed.
"Fine," he said. Harry looked over at me and smiled, saying hello to a fan or two before making his way toward Tim and I.
"How've you been, mate?" he asked, looking at Tim. Tim forced a smile and I nudged him roughly in the elbow.
"Good. I've been good. I'm assuming you've been good too?" he asked, trying his hardest to make friendly sounding conversation. This went on for a couple minutes before I started feeling a little awkward. The announcer called our flight, and Harry took one of my suitcases. Tim frowned, looking down at me.
"I'll miss you, babe." I pouted, taking one of his hands and then letting go, hugging him tightly. Tim exhaled softly.
"Text me as soon as you land in the states, okay?" he asked. I responded by kissing him, and I could have sworn I heard retching coming from Harry's general direction. Tim looked over his shoulder at Harry and then kissed me again, his hands resting on either side of my face. "I'm gonna miss you loads. We'll have skype, right?" he asked. I nodded, and Tim looked at Harry, and then back at me. "Why don't you go get rid of your baggage, okay? I wanna talk to Harry for a sec. Catch up." he gave me a sincere smile, and I left to get my baggage taken care of.
-Harry's POV-
As I watched Olivia walk away, I smiled a bit, pushing my hair back. "It's good to see you again, Tim." I smile at my old friend. Part of me felt bad for sort of ignoring him after we'd made it big. He and I hadn't been the closest of friends, but he had definitely been there for me when I needed a friend to talk to. Instead of smiling at me though, his pursed his lips tightly and took a step closer to me.
"Listen, I never liked you, okay?" he started. What? Hadn't we been friends? I tilted my head to the side in confusion, but then I realized what was going on, and couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"Are you serious, mate?" I asked in disbelief. Since when did he have a problem with me? He had never blown up at me before.
"Yeah, I am." he stated. "And I want you to stay away from Olivia. Don't touch her, don't get too close to her." I guess he was trying to be intimidating, but in all actuality he looked like an idiot. I snickered again, and he pushed his pointer finger to my chest. Security stepped forward but I waved them off. I could handle this by myself. I wondered why Tim couldn't trust Olivia. Had she done something in the past? Nah, Olivia wasn't like that. Maybe he was just jealous. I remembered him telling me that he liked Olivia in high school. I told him to go for it, but she had rejected him at first, and maybe he blamed it on me. It was no secret that Liv had a crush on me. I just played dumb and pretended I didn't notice. Really, I liked the attention I got from her.
Tim pushed me a bit, and I just sort of stood back, not wanting to get into a fight in front of the fans that had started to crowd around. Plus, the flight was about to start boarding. "I dunno what your problem is, Tim, but I'm sure you won't have anything to worry about." I smirked at him, shaking my curls out as Olivia made her way back to us, clapping her hands together in excitement. "She seems really taken with you."
-Olivia's POV-
As I walked back toward Harry and Tim after putting my bags away, I could feel a bit of tension. I looked at each of the boys, shrugged, and looked at Tim. "Text me later." he looked at me, stiff-faced.
"Yeah, babe. I'll text you when we land. Promise." with that, I gave him a final kiss goodbye and Harry and I made our way through the gates.
Once on the plane, Harry and I took our seats next to each other, and the other boys soon followed. Harry lit up when the four of them showed up. "Olivia, you remember the guys, right?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, hey." I said, waving a bit.
"And you guys, I dunno if you remember her, but this is Olivia." Harry introduced me to the boys, and Louis snickered, whispering something into Niall's ear and then smirking.
"Oh, this is Olivia? You mean the one you haven't shut your mouth about since you found out she could come on tour?" Harry kicked his friend in the shin from across the aisle, and Lou groaned in pain before the four boys burst out laughing. Harry's cheeks were pink, and I looked over at him.
"She's my best friend! Of course I wouldn't shut up about it." he stated, arms crossed over his chest. I laughed. "You're a loser," I said, smirking at Harry. "It's great to see you guys again." I smiled at the boys and we continued on our flight, chatting the whole time. Maybe I'd get along with these boys after all.
-x-
We landed in the states pretty late. Security escorted me to my taxi before the boys made their way through the crowds. It was intense, and I watched as they made their ways to their cabs and were driven to the hotel. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and texted Tim, letting him know that we landed okay. He texted back with a simple "Good.". I figured something might be wrong, but I didn't bother answering him.
We were each given separate hotel rooms. I'd never stayed in such a nice room before, big bed, television, bathroom to myself. It was great. I changed into my sweatpants and tank top and curled up under my blankets, tired. My phone vibrated on the table and I looked at it. There was a text from Harry, telling me to sleep well because we would be having a big day the next day. Wondering what he had planned, I told him goodnight and fell asleep.
-x-
The next morning, I was woken up by Harry banging pots and pans next to my bed. Groaning, I threw a pillow at him only to be met by a chuckle. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" he shouted. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"Go away, Harry..." I muttered, letting out a deep sigh. "It's only..." I looked at my clock, realizing it was nearly three in the afternoon. "The lads and I have an interview today, I- we wanted you to be in the audience." he explained. "Get dressed, okay? We're leaving in twenty minutes."
The first week with Harry was mostly the boys doing concerts and interviews. I realized how much I'd missed his company, and I was glad I'd agreed to go, but I really hadn't heard anything from Tim. It was like he'd completely forgotten me. I'd tried texting him, and he hadn't replied. Frankly, I took this as his way of breaking up with me, and just sort of let him go. It wasn't my fault, and I really didn't miss him anyway.
We were in Florida now, staying at a nice beach resort. Harry and I were hanging out in my room, watching movies. We used to do this all the time when we hung out back home, and we were really enjoying ourselves now. The fans had noticed that there was some random girl hanging out with the boys, and most of them knew that I was just Harry's friend. I was glad I wasn't getting much hate, because I knew people jumped to conclusions.
At about 1 AM, our fourth movie finished. "Hey, Liv." Harry started. "Let's go outside." he looked at me and stood up, pulling me up from the couch by the hand. I shrugged. "Sure, okay."
Before I knew it, we were walking along a beach. It was really dark out, I couldn't see anything more than six inches away from my face, so when I stopped hearing Harry's footsteps and heard the rustling of clothes coming off, I made sure to avert my gaze. "What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Going for a dip. Care to join me?" he tossed what I could only assume were, but hoped weren't his boxers at me. I figured that he couldn't see me anyway, so what was the big deal? Shrugging, I stripped down and joined Harry in the water, keeping my distance.
"We're gonna get caught!" I whispered again, treading water.
"That's why this is fun, stupid." he laughed, and I heard him splashing around. Rolling my eyes, we swam around a bit, maintaining distance from each other. Soon though, we swam a bit closer to each other so we could talk better.
It wasn't as if Harry and I hadn't done this before. We'd skinny dipped in the dark loads of times, so I really didn't feel uncomfortable at all. I was used to doing stupid things like this with him. We got into shallower water, it came up to about my collarbones. I could stand comfortably now, and I knew Harry wasn't far at all. I wasn't expecting him to be right in front of me though, and when I felt the water move in front of me, I jumped a bit.
"It's just me, Liv." he said, touching my shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief. "Think there are sharks he-" I started to ask, but Harry began to lean in closer, and I could feel his warm breath against my ear. I shuddered, and just as I was about to lean in for a kiss, I heard a familiar voice calling out.
"Harry, Olivia!" we heard. It was Niall. "You two out here? You should come in to bed, we've got to work in the morning, Harry." quickly, Harry pulled away, completely disregarding what would have happened. Waded out of the water, got dressed, and kept himself turned around as he waited for me to finish putting my clothes back on.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking down at me, wet hand on my back. I pulled away, walking beside him instead. Had Harry really just tried to kiss me? I kind of felt guilty for letting it get that close. Even though Tim and I hadn't talked much, I still kind of felt like I should be faithful to him.
Without saying another word, Harry made his way back to his own room, and I went to mine, texting Tim an "I miss you babe x" before going to bed with a guilty conscience.