Playlist:

Beyonce - Irreplaceable

The Fray - You Found Me

OLIVIA'S POV

It takes me a second to realise where I am when my eyes peel open. I slept better than I have in days and I roll over to see Harry still sleeping soundly next to me.

He is on his side, his mouth parted slightly as his breath escapes in soft puffs. His mouth is honestly beautiful, he has the most perfect cupids bow, his lips look impossibly soft and they pout out naturally like a silky pink pillow.

He has little mannerisms with I've noticed over the last few months. Countless times a day his tongue juts out just enough to cover his bottom lip as he rolls his top lip down and it retreats back into his mouth as quickly as it came out, leaving his mouth glistening in the light.

When he is being cheeky he purses his lips into a pout, moving them slightly to the side to allow his front teeth to bite on the inside corner. He does this when he is trying to stifle a smile that you can see creeping across his face, the apples of his cheeks push up making him look both innocent and devilish at the same time.

My favourite of all his little habits is when he pinches his lip in between is index finger and thumb, mostly with his left hand showing off the cross tattooed on the padding there. The situations in which he does this varies from him having a serious conversation to when he is self conscious to when he's trying not to laugh at his own joke. Sometimes he runs is digits from the corners of his mouth to the centre, pinching his lip along the way to make it pout out, other times he just barely touches the middle point pulling slightly away from his teeth. Every time he touches his lips though, I find myself staring, not able to look away until he drops his hand.

All of a sudden Harry's sleeping mouth turns into a tooth bearing grin, his dimple pops on his cheek and my eyes snap to his, knowing full well I've been caught staring at him.

"You done watching me sleep, you creep?" He laughs, his voice lower and raspier than normal, weighed down with sleep.

I laugh loudly back at him "You have a really nice mouth." I tell him honestly and only half embarrassed.

His smile drops a little and he bites the inside of his cheek, looking to the side as if a memory is flooding to the surface of his mind and taking him somewhere else.

"Do you want to eat?" I say to try and break the awkward silence but it seems to make it worse as he snaps his eyes back to mine and his mouth drops open in shock.

"I-Is it ok if I order breakfast?" I stutter, trying to work out what the hell is happening.

He recovers slightly, swallowing hard before saying, "yeah. Yeah, of course! Order whatever you want, get me the same." He jumps out of the bed throwing on some clothes and all but runs for the door mumbling something about going to the gym and being back soon.

I'm digging into syrup covered pancakes when he walks back through the door. His hair is pulled back into a bun, his skin flush from working out and his white t-shirt sticks to his sweaty muscles. I swear the man never looks bad.

He flashes me a reciprocated smile and I gesture to his covered breakfast plate as I chew.

"I'm going to have a quick shower" He says still catching his breath.

He walks towards me and puts his hand across my shoulders as he bends down to place his head closer to mine, opening his mouth widely. I giggle and watch his face as I carefully place my fork stacked with pancake past his lips and pull it out slowly after he closes his lips around the silver.

He smiles a closed mouth smile as he chews, looking at me from the corner of his eye and humming in appreciation. For a split second I wonder what his lips taste like.

Whatever was bothering him before seems to have gone and I hear him shout "Thanks Toots" with his mouth full behind his back as he heads to the bathroom.

I walk up the stairs to my apartment, part of me wishing I had taken Harry's offer for him to come with me.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes briefly before I build up the courage to walk through the door and face the man that hurt me more than anyone ever has.  I make my way into the living room, the sofa bed still out and my eyes travel to find him standing by the window.

"Hey." I say coldly.

"Liv," He says spinning around to face me. "Thank you for seeing me, there's so much I want t-" Dan starts but I cut him off.

"Was it something I did? Do you love her?" I blurt out the two things I need to know as quickly as possible in a row before I lose the nerve to ask.

He pauses, not expecting me to get into this right away.

"No, no if course not. I'm so sorry I hurt you, it wasn't you, not at all." He starts to pace back and forth. He takes a deep breath before saying, "I don't know what I was thinking, it was just sex, Liv, I have no feelin-" I decide at that moment I don't need to hear anymore.  What we had, our love, our dreams, our plans are all over.  I feel angry tears start to build behind my eyes.

"I'm here just to finalise what we are going to do with this apartment. I'm moving back home." I interrupt, my business like tone surprising even myself.

"We can work this out Liv. Please." He begs and I shake my head with authority.  I can't stand the sight of him and I know deep down I will never be able to move past what he has done.

He rubs his eyes with one hand.

"I'm going to stay here, don't worry about the lease, I'll deal with it." He says reluctantly. 

"Where will you live?" He asks, his genuine concern having no effect on me.

"With Harry." I say matter of factly, tilting my head up in confidence and not wanting to give him any more information.  He no longer deserves to know any thing about my life.

His face starts to change, his eyes narrow and his brow creases as jealousy sweeps across his features and I almost laugh at the irony.

"Harry? Harry!" He spits, "HA! I could always tell he wanted fuck you but I thought he'd at least wait a week!" He laughs vindictively 

"I thought more of you, to be honest Olivia, although I'm sure you'll have fun being the rockstars little toy when he's bored in between supermodels." His voice is strained and slightly hysterical.

All the effort I'm using to be civil flies out the window and I'm suddenly fiercely protective of both myself and of my friend. The friend who picked me up off the floor, who has done nothing but care for me for the last 4 days, who has offered me nothing but friendship and unfaltering loyalty while this hypocrite slept with another woman in our bed for 6 months!

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" I screech, my voice echoing off the walls.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID THIS, LIED TO ME, CHEATED ON ME!"

I pick up my bag from where I had dropped it on table and start to storm out before turning on my heel to face him again.

"I will have my stuff moved out by the end of the week.   And Dan, just for the record, Harry is ten times the man you will ever be."

I hear the door slam behind me and I sprint out of the building and onto to the street where Harry's blacked out car is waiting for me.

I pull the door open and hear him tell the driver to go as soon as it closes behind me. My hands are shaking in fury and I fumble trying to fasten my seatbelt.

I feel Harry move closer to me and take the buckle from my fingers, clicking it into place and doing his up again in the seat closest to me. He grabs my trembling hands and I can't do anything but breathe deeply in and out of my mouth in an attempt to calm my shaking. I am not going to shed another single tear for that arsehole.

Harry places a finger under my chin forcing me to look at him as he reassures me, "You're alright. You did it, love. The worst is over."

I nod, closing my eyes and leaning my head against his shoulder.

After a few minutes I have calmed down a little and Harrys arm is snaked around me.

"Why are you doing this?" I question him, Dan's jealous voice playing in my head.

"Doing what?" He answers genuinely confused, sitting up so I look at him.

"Being so nice?  Looking after me?  Don't you have a supermodel you should be banging?" I say harshly and as soon as the words leave my mouth I know my anger is directed completely at the wrong person.

Harry looks like I've slapped him across the face. Hurt flashes across his eyes and his lips part before they come back together and his brow creases in the middle.

"What?!  Liv, I know this isn't coming from you, what the fuck did he say to you in there?"

I cover my face with my hands, ashamed of myself for taking my misery out on the man who has done nothing but care for me and I'm furious at myself for believing Dan's bullshit even for a moment.

"Shit, I'm sorry. He got in my head, I'm so sorry" I say from behind my hands.

He yanks them away from my face and wraps his hands around my wrists.  My body jolts forward as me pulls them forcefully toward him, our face inches apart.

"What did he say to you, Olivia." He voice is a demanding growl and he speaks through gritted teeth. I try to ignore the fact my core automatically clenches at his change in demeanour and my heart is fluttering in my chest.

I look at his lips and back to his eyes before mumbling, "You'll try and sleep with me when you're bored.  That I'm a toy to play with." the last few words barely make it out of my mouth as I realise how ridiculous they are.

His grip releases instantly and my hands fall onto my lap, his face has paled and he looks like he is going to be sick.

I reach my hand out to touch his shoulder, trying to comfort his extreme reaction to such a stupid remark, but he flinches away.  He shakes his head in a silent bid to make me stop before he whispers to the floor.

"You don't even understand how fucking far from the truth that is."

"Harry, I do, I don't beli-" I try to explain that of course I know he would never try to sleep with me. I know this because he is Harry Styles and bored or not, he can have anyone in the world, the most beautiful, the most talented, the most interesting.  And I am me. A broken girl who has just been cheated on, newly homeless and potentially out of a job I hated anyway.  As low as my self esteem is, I know above all else he cares about me, our friendship means more than a quick screw and he would never treat me like that.  He cuts me off before I can say any of this.

"No, you don't understand!" He raises his voice, running his hand through his hair and looking anywhere but at me.

"Then explain it!" I shout back, not even sure what the hell we are arguing about.

"I.. you know what.. don't worry about it, Olivia.  I won't fucking touch you ok?" He says puffing a breath of air from his mouth in frustration.

I stare at him from across the car, wondering how this escalated so quickly as I mumble an ok and stare out the window. I don't know why but for some reason I'm more hurt about fighting with Harry than the conversation with Dan.