Summertime & Butterflies

After nearly seventy-two hours alone, locked up in Harry’s home and making love every chance they could, Harry and Olivia thought it might be time to put on underwear and attempt a social life, though neither of them particularly wanted to. But Harry’s phone was starting to blow up – his friends who’d met Olivia wanted to see her, and those who hadn’t met her were eager to. Their incessant messages surprised Olivia – she didn’t think his friends would be so enthusiastic to meet a boring, thirty-one year old teacher from Canada. But Harry had cooed to her that his friends were anxious to meet the one who made him so happy. The line had made Olivia roll her eyes, but she was pleased his friends could notice how happy he was with her.

“Aren’t you done yet?” Harry whined, coming up behind Olivia and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing lightly on her neck. He’d invited a few of his friends to come by for some drinks and appies, which Olivia insisted on preparing. Harry had told her it would be easier to just order in, but Olivia felt the need to contribute something, to show she wasn’t just some useless tit of a girl. Though her stuffed mushrooms and pico de gallo salsa were far from gourmet, it felt nice to be domestic with Harry.

Olivia snickered, spooning scoops of hummus into a bowl. “Almost,” she promised him, attempting to reach across the counter for the plate of veggies. Harry’s hands had wandered up her torso, finding her breasts – as always – and hindering her ability to finish the veggie platter. She laughed at him, shrugging her shoulders in a weak attempt to get him to move his hands.

“What are you doing?” Olivia laughed. Harry echoed her laugh, wordlessly answering by squeezing Olivia’s breasts. “Sto-oo-op!” she tried to insist, though the lust in her voice was apparent. His hands felt so good on her body, and she was completely insatiable.

“Sto-oo-op,” Harry mocked teasingly, his fingers honing in on Olivia’s nipples, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger. “I hate this… Don’t touch me,” he continued, his voice seguing into a bad Canadian accent. “I’m not horny at all,” he whispered into Olivia’s ear before lightly kissing her jawline. He was really working on getting her to cave.

“I’m not,” Olivia told him, her giggle insinuating she was lying through her teeth. Harry let his hands trail back down Olivia’s stomach, grasping at her hips and tugging her pelvis towards his. Feeling his rock-hard bulge against her backside aroused her more, but teasing Harry and trying to appear nonchalant about his advances was amusing.

“Hmm…” Harry hummed, massaging Olivia through her jeans. Unwillingly, she let out a soft moan, relaxing her body against Harry’s. He let out a throaty chuckle, continuing to press his hand against her. “I thought you weren’t horny, lying liar,” he teased her, his hands finding their way under her shirt for another grab at her breasts before returning south.

“Who said I am?” Olivia asked him, her attempt to remain nonchalant futile. Harry ignored her question; instead grabbing at the button on her jeans. Olivia laughed, pushing his hands away. “Your friends are going to be here soon,” she reminded him, though she was certain they could bust out a quickie. “We don’t have time!”

“Shhh…” Harry whispered, his hands finding the jean button again. He popped it open before lowering the zipper, sliding his hand inside. When he realised just how turned on he’d gotten his girlfriend, he let out a low groan. “You’re such a liar,” he told her, his touch eliciting a lustful sigh from Olivia. “But… I suppose if you want to insist you’re not horny at all, I should stop touching you, yeah?”

He was trying to turn the tables on Olivia, and as amazing as his touch was, she couldn’t let Harry think he held the cards. Almost painfully so, she wiggled herself from Harry’s hands, quickly bounding a couple of steps from him.

“Great! You can help me with this, then!” Olivia told Harry gaily, nodding towards the food on the island counter as she buckled her pants, giggling at his wounded look.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh. “No, no! Come on… you’re not playing the game right!” His lower lip jutted out into an exaggerated pout as he stepped closer to Olivia, his arm snaking around her waist. He took her hand, squeezing it tenderly before placing it on his concealed erection, urging Olivia to rub her palm against him.

“Trying to tell me you don’t want this?” Harry asked her with a laugh, groaning loudly as Olivia obliged, working her fingers against Harry’s tight jeans. She had zero willpower when it came to him. “Atta girl, honey… I knew you couldn’t stay away,” he added teasingly, rocking his hips against her hand.

“Fuck off,” Olivia snickered, easily unbuttoning Harry’s jeans. Jeff and Glenne were due to arrive at any minute, and as they knew the lock code for Harry’s front door, they could literally be walking in on Harry and Olivia mid-hand-job. But, the risk was exciting and Olivia felt a tingle through her body as she pulled Harry’s hard shaft out of his jeans, wrapping her fist around the girth. He sighed again, rocking his hips against Olivia’s hand before unfastening her jeans again. This time, she made no motion to stop him.

“Fuck, honey… you’re so hot…” Harry breathed into Olivia’s ear. He pressed her against the wall, his body close to hers as he rubbed his fingers quickly against her. Their hands bumped one another’s as Olivia pumped her hand up and down Harry’s cock. Their bodies were so close together, Harry could have effortlessly slipped inside Olivia, but the virginal hand-jobs were incredibly erotic.

Olivia let out a whimpering sigh, rocking her hips against Harry’s hand. He leaned down to kiss her and she panted eagerly into his mouth, sucking on his lower lip as she feverously jerked him, as though to imply what her mouth was capable of. Harry groaned loudly, breaking their kiss as his head fell back with pleasure.

“That’s so good, love,” Harry murmured, his lips finding Olivia’s again. Mid-kiss, they both stopped short, staring at each other with wide eyes, their lips still against each other, though motionless.

“Was that…?” Harry wondered, but Olivia held her finger up, silencing him as they both listened intently for the sound they may or may not had heard outside. Suddenly, they heard the front door open and a loud “hello!” boom through the house.

“Shit!” Harry cussed as he and Olivia frantically disengaged themselves from one another before hastily buttoning their jeans. Olivia let out a boisterous laugh as Harry sighed exasperatedly, looking extremely put-off by the interruption. While she was too, Harry’s frustration was far more apparent than her own. When Jeff and Glenne entered the kitchen, Harry scowled at them wordlessly, as though it was their fault they showed up on time and he couldn’t keep his hands off of Olivia.

“Hi! What’s with the face?” Glenne greeted, imitating Olivia’s laughter, though not understanding why. Her curiosity over the situation made Olivia cackle louder, causing Harry to direct his scowl in her direction.

“Nothing,” Harry grumbled, swatting Olivia’s backside before stepping in front of the sink. She yelped playfully through her giggles before directing a grin at Jeff and Glenne.

“Hi, guys,” she welcomed. “Nice to see you,” she added to Jeff, unsure if she should hug him and deciding against it. While they’d made amends since, the first time she’d met Jeff in New York City had been a drunken debacle of the two of them disagreeing on everything under the sun – the only thing they could agree on was that they did not like each other. He’d assumed Olivia was just another fan girl after Harry because he was Harry, and Olivia resented his opinion and the fact that he seemed to care more about Harry than Harry. When they saw how upset their altercation had made Harry, they had a heart-to-heart and seemed to get on the same page. Olivia wasn’t sure how sincere he – or she – had been, but she loved Harry enough to pretend she was.

“You too,” Jeff replied, giving Olivia a smile that she didn’t read as disingenuous. “Can we help with anything?” he asked, setting the liquor store bag on the counter. “We’re not really kitchen people, but… we can… carry plates?”

“Or drink!” Glenne offered happily, yanking a bottle of white out of the bag. “Wouldn’t it be so gentlemanly of them if the boys finished everything?” Glenne wondered, giggling at Olivia and giving Jeff an innocent, doe-eyed look that Olivia hadn’t ever been able to pull off. She caught Harry’s eye and smirked at him, the innuendo about finishing causing her to laugh.

“You’re such a brat,” Harry told Olivia, though endearingly, as he handed Glenne the corkscrew. “Go get pissed up,” he advised the girls, palming Olivia’s bottom and massaging his fingers into her cheek a few times before squeezing. Pressing a quick kiss against his lips before grabbing two glasses and following a jubilant Glenne onto the patio, she wondered how long it would be before she and Harry could abandon his friends to finish what they’d started.

“I love this view so much!” Glenne chirped cheerfully, plopping down onto one of the deck chairs, twirling the corkscrew into the bottle.

“Me, too,” Olivia agreed, settling onto the deck sofa across from Glenne, passing her the glasses and laughing as she filled each of the large glasses nearly to the brim. “Jesus…” she commented as Glenne handed her a glass. “I guess this is my work out for the day,” she joked, lifting the glass as though it was a weight before taking a sip.

Glenne took a gulp of her wine before giggling. “Guess so, since we interrupted your other work out!” she teased gently, though flushing sheepishly as she spoke. “Sorry!” she quickly added. “Sorry, sorry,” she added for emphasis.

Olivia felt her cheeks heat up and she pressed her palm to her forehead abashedly. “Oh, God!” she laughed, taking another sip of the cool drink in an attempt to ease her flushed face. “It was that obvious?” she asked, letting out a laugh. While she was embarrassed Glenne and Jeff clearly knew what was going on when they entered the kitchen, she realised a larger part of her didn’t care. She was head over heels in love with Harry, and like most new couples, they couldn’t keep their hands off one another. It made her happy that she was in such an amazing relationship with such an incredible – though insanely horny – guy.

“Yes!” Glenne squeaked out, covering her mouth as she laughed. “I’m sorry!” she said again through her chuckles. “It’s really sweet though, the whole ‘can’t keep our hands off each other’ thing. One minute you’re chopping veggies, the next…” she trailed off, offering Olivia an exaggerated wink.

“I was actually scooping hummus,” Olivia corrected, laughing. “But… it’s so much fun!” she determined, shrugging indifferently. “I hope it never stops,” she added, thinking about her parents. They still held hands, kissed hello and goodbye, and didn’t let forty-plus years of being together disrupt their passion. She hoped she and Harry could hold onto their passion just like her parents had.

“Don’t let it, then!” Glenne answered simply. “Grab that boy’s ass like it’s going out of style!”

Olivia laughed at Glenne’s choice of words but nodded in agreement. “Oh, if I have to,” she determined with a facetious sigh. “As long as he keeps grabbing mine, I’ll keep grabbing his!”

“Grabbing whose what?” Harry wondered, stepping onto the deck with a drink in his hand, Jeff following behind. Olivia assumed the snacks were still sitting on the counter in the kitchen, unfinished, but she didn’t care. She’d rather be with Harry, and it was his party to enjoy. “My… self?” he asked cheekily, sitting on the couch beside Olivia and draping his arm across her shoulders.

Olivia shrugged teasingly, her head finding Harry’s shoulder. She felt almost magnetized to him. “May… be,” Olivia told him, drawing out the first syllable as he had.

“Better be,” Harry countered, letting his fingers tangle through her hair before taking a sip of his drink. “And yeah, I’ll always keep grabbing you,” he added in a whisper, tucking his head closer to Olivia and pressing a kiss against her cheek.

“Good,” Olivia whispered back, relaxing against Harry and wondering if it was really possible to be this happy with someone.

~*~*~*~

“I’m on my way! Driving at ninety down those country lanes! Singing to ‘Tiny Dancer’! And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real! And we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill… Oooh oohh!”

A few hours later, the collection of empty bottles was growing and the seating space in the house was shrinking. Though there were only eight people, not including Harry and Olivia, at some point during the night, the sofa had turned into a stage, and those not drunkenly shrieking Ed Sheeran songs at full pelt were delegated to find alternative seating.

“Over the castle on the hill!”

As the bridge began playing over the speakers, Harry looped his arm around Olivia’s waist and gently bounced with her in time with the music. Olivia found Harry’s lips, the bouncing causing their noses to bump together as their inebriated tongues danced together, a cocktail of tequila and sauvignon blanc. Drunk making out was one of Olivia’s favourite things and she didn’t care Harry’s friends were their audience.

“And I can’t wait to… get you naked upstairs,” Harry sang softly into Olivia’s ear, ad-libbing the final line of the bridge. Olivia giggled, kissing Harry again in agreement before taking a drink from her wine glass.

“Oh, get a room!” Ben Winston called good-naturedly from the patio.

“When we did not know the answers!” Harry and Olivia shouted to Ben in unison. Despite Harry’s profession, the louder their voices got, the worse they both sounded.

“This is so brutal,” Glenne laughed, her phone in front of her face. Olivia hadn’t realised until just then that Glenne had been recording her and Harry’s entire duet, and she stopped short, staring at the girl. Glenne met her eyes and held her gaze for just a moment before tucking her phone away.

“My stuff’s all private,” she assured Olivia, though sounding sheepish. “Don’t worry,” she added. It was too late – Olivia was already worried about what Glenne posted and who could see it. She knew Harry’s fans would hate her when they found out about her; she didn’t need them thinking she was a drunk who couldn’t sing.

Harry exhaled loudly, observing the conversation between the two girls. He shook his head slightly at Glenne, who mouthed “okay” at him, the ashamed look still apparent on her face. Olivia didn’t want Glenne to feel bad about doing what was normal for most everyone on the planet, but she really didn’t want her silly wine dance moves all over the internet.

Harry jumped off the sofa, taking Olivia’s hand and helping her down. “Top up, my love?” he asked her, taking her near-empty drink from her hand. Olivia nodded, smiling as Harry pressed a soft kiss against her cheek. He disappeared into the kitchen, and Olivia took the opportunity to approach Glenne.

“I’m sorry!” Glenne blurted out, looking up at Olivia as she placed her hand on Glenne’s shoulder. “You guys just looked so cute up there! I didn’t really think it would be a big deal…” she trailed off, her head dropping shamefully.

Olivia shook her head. “It’s not,” she lied, trying to reassure the girl. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. Party nights were always documented on social media – it was the 21st century way. But since her relationship with Harry began, Olivia had lurked on fan accounts online. She read back for years, seeing what the fans said about any of Harry’s past relationships. To say they weren’t kind was a massive understatement. Of course, they weren’t all mean, but Olivia didn’t think she was exaggerating when she believed more than ninety percent of Harry’s fans would call her vulgar names the moment they found out about her. And while Olivia liked to believe she was mature and confident enough to deal with whatever names a bunch of teenagers threw at her, she didn’t think she was.

“Just… the social media thing is kind of weird,” Olivia added with a shrug. “I don’t really know what’s going to be said about me, and…” she trailed off, shrugging again. “I just hope people are nice,” she said, sounding uncertain.

Glenne patted Olivia’s hand reassuringly. “They will be,” she promised her. “I don’t have Harry’s fans on my Snap. I have, like… my family. Friends. Like a few people in the industry, but… your stuff’s safe. Promise,” she reiterated.

“I believe you,” Olivia assured Glenne, though still unsure. “Can I see?” she questioned, holding her hand out for Glenne’s phone.

“Of course!” Glenne chirped, sounding relieved. She tapped through her phone before handing it to Olivia. The Snapchat story began with a driving selfie of Glenne and Jeff before seguing into a picture of the view from Harry’s deck, a couple more selfies of Glenne, random shots of the rest of the party guests and then the video of Harry and Olivia, bouncing on his couch and shrieking out the lyrics to his friend’s song. Olivia was surprised that she agreed with Glenne – the video was incredibly cute. Moreso, she was surprised she didn’t look like a walrus next to a rockstar. She was pleased she looked just like a normal girl, being silly and dancing with her boyfriend.

Feeling relieved, she handed the phone back to Glenne. “That is cute,” she admitted to her with a smile. She hoped Harry wasn’t too disappointed in Glenne for putting Olivia on her social media. He could be, understandably, quite protective of Olivia’s privacy – and his own.

Glenne nodded happily. “It is!” she agreed, looking down at her phone as it vibrated, indicating a new text message. Her brow furrowed as she read the message, but Olivia couldn’t read the message from her position. As Glenne began tapping out a reply, Olivia took the opportunity to go find Harry and her drink.

“I’ll be right back,” she told Glenne, who was too preoccupied with her messaging to acknowledge Olivia’s comment. She darted towards the kitchen, nearly colliding with her handsome boy as he rounded the corner, drinks in hand.

“Ooh!” Harry exclaimed, startled, flashing a charming grin at Olivia. “Almost spilled this all over you, love,” he teased, holding the wine glass precariously above her chest. “Hmm… might not be a bad idea…” he mused, stepping closer to Olivia and rubbing his knuckles gently against her chest. “Have to get you out of this shirt…”

Olivia snickered, taking her drink from Harry before swatting his arm playfully. “Oh, you will,” she told him coyly, letting her arm drift down his back lightly before letting her hand rest against his backside as they walked back into the living room. Glenne’s head shot up as they entered, and she looked at Harry, looking as guilty as the cat caught with the canary.

“Uhm… Harry…” Glenne began, sounding chagrined. “I maybe…” she trailed off, stopping at the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house.

“I’ll grab it,” Olivia told Harry, still expecting a couple of Harry’s friends to show up. She didn’t think Glenne was going to tell Harry anything substantial – just a few more apologies and promises to not do it again. It was nice of her, but Olivia didn’t need to hear yet another apology from Glenne.

She pulled open the front door, expecting to see one of Harry’s bandmates. Instead, she was completely taken aback to be standing face-to-face with a tall, beautiful blonde woman, one whose face Olivia had seen countless times on magazine covers, award shows and CD cases. A woman who was more striking than Olivia could ever hope to be, and a woman who’d been so in love with Olivia’s boyfriend, she wrote an entire album about him. For reasons unknown to her, Taylor Swift had just joined the party.

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