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Summertime & Butterflies

Thirty-Three

“How do you make a paper airplane?”

Olivia looked up from her bowl of cereal. Harry was sitting at the table across from her, struggling to fold a piece of paper into the airplane shape. “You have to fold those top edges down,” she informed him, taking a bite of cereal. She wasn’t sure why Harry was spending his morning fighting to fold a piece of paper into grade school origami, but she learned early on in the relationship that Harry was an odd duck. A paper airplane at nine in the morning was just par for the course with him.

Harry’s brow furrowed in concentration as he creased the paper. He smiled triumphantly as he held up his masterpiece, before flying it across the table towards Olivia.

“Oh!” Olivia sighed, pulling the now-damp paper out of her cereal bowl. She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Harry before tossing the plane aside.

Harry mimicked Olivia’s sigh. “Open it,” he directed. “What if it’s a romantic love note?”

“Is it?” Olivia wondered, unfolding Harry’s mediocre paper plane. She flipped the paper around, reading a short list he’d compiled. Saint James' Church Garden. Crown Tavern. Novelty Automation. Lock & Co. Hatters. She looked up at Harry, her brow furrowed curiously.

Harry shrugged in response. “I told you I wanted to show you the sights,” he told Olivia. “I… I mean, I wish I could take you to Big Ben or the Eye, but…” he shrugged, appearing sheepish as he told her without saying the words that the top London attractions were too busy for the two of them to have an inconspicuous date.

“That park is really nice, though,” he added, standing from his chair and stepping behind Olivia. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed a kiss into her hair as he pointed to the list. “Apparently Lenin and Stalin had a pint at this pub, but I don’t really know if that’s true. But they have really good burgers,” he told her.

Olivia tipped her head, smiling up at Harry. She knew it would be difficult to see the popular attractions with Harry, but she appreciated his effort to find some low-key attractions for them to see. “I love a good burger,” Olivia replied, giving Harry’s hand a squeeze. “I’d rather see your favourite spots than the crowded hotspots, anyway,” she reassured Harry.

Harry beamed, appearing comforted by Olivia’s words. “I’m glad,” he stated, settling onto Olivia’s lap and inciting an exasperated groan from his girlfriend in the process. “I’ve never been to this automation place, but I’ve heard it’s pretty sick.”

“What even is it?” Olivia wondered, though she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms around Harry’s bare stomach and rested her cheek against his back.

Harry grabbed Olivia’s phone from the table beside her and unlocked it before opening the YouTube app. He tapped out a search and clicked on the first video that came up. “You use these tokens to make this stuff move around,” he explained, leaning back against Olivia and slinging an arm across her shoulders so she could see the screen. “Kind of like arcade games, I guess,” he added with a shrug.

Olivia nodded, trying to focus on the video Harry was showing her, but his weight against her, his bare torso and his baggy sweatpants barely concealing the hint of a bulge was making it difficult for her to focus on the machines Harry was so insistent on showing her.

“Mm-hmm,” Olivia hummed, lightly letting her fingers trail down his stomach before making gentle circles against his groin.

Harry jumped, surprised by Olivia’s libidinous touch. “What, are these mechanical machines getting you all fired up, love?” Harry asked teasingly, his hips rising slightly as he let out a quiet groan.

Olivia snickered, pressing gentle kisses against Harry’s back as she continued to tickle her fingers along Harry’s torso and manhood. “Believe it or not… it’s actually more you than the robots,” she assured Harry, brazenly grasping his rod through his pants and pumping her fist slowly up and down the shaft.

Harry moaned again. “Good,” he answered, his tone sounding guttural as he enjoyed the sensations Olivia was causing. He leaned back against her, letting Olivia pleasure him for a few more moments before he abruptly stopped her and slid into the chair beside them.

“Get over here, goddess,” he instructed, tugging Olivia’s arm.

“Goddess?” Olivia repeated, smirking at Harry. “Hon, you’re going to get laid. You don’t need to throw me a bone with cheesy names,” she teased him, though obliging as she straddled Harry.

“I’ll throw you a bone, yeah,” Harry replied, thrusting his hips against Olivia. She let out a low growl, feeling his arousal beneath her. “You like that, honey?” he cooed, pushing onto her again.

“You tell me,” Olivia replied, taking Harry’s hand and placing it between her legs. Though obscured by her panties, it was easy to see how aroused she was. The two groaned in unison; Harry as he discovered Olivia’s arousal and Olivia as she felt Harry’s fingers.

“You’re so horny, love,” Harry murmured, massaging his fingers against Olivia’s panties with one hand. With the other, he tugged on the terrycloth belt of her robe, untying the bow and revealing Olivia’s bare breasts. He pushed the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body.

Olivia rocked her hips against Harry’s hand. “You made me this way,” she reminded him, nuzzling against his neck and fluttering sloppy kisses against his skin.

“Ditto,” Harry snickered. He ran his hands along Olivia’s back, pulling her closer to him as he kissed her, his eager tongue exploring her lustful mouth. They rocked against each other’s genitals, panting as their kisses grew in passion.

Olivia arched her back, inviting Harry to explore her sensitive breasts. He broke from their kiss and immediately covered her erect nipple with his mouth, his flicking tongue causing a tingle to radiate between her legs. He burrowed his face between her breasts, pushing them together as he rolled his thumb around her nipples.

She reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, hard and throbbing. Harry groaned against Olivia’s chest as she quickly jerked his erection and pulled him closer to her swollen mound.

“I’m just gonna slide right in, aren’t I?” Harry panted, engulfing her other nipple and swirling his tongue around. “You’re so wet, sweetheart…” he added, slipping his hand under her panties.

Olivia moaned, shifting her body closer to Harry. “Just fuck me already,” she groaned desperately, his hand bringing her close to culmination.

“Mmm…” Harry moaned, Olivia’s choice of words clearly having an effect on him. “You want me to fuck you, honey? You want this cock right here?” he asked her, slipping a couple fingers inside Olivia.

“Either that or my vibrator,” Olivia teased, the end of her sentence coming out in a groan as Harry pressed his thumb against her sensitive clit. “Please fuck me, honey,” Olivia begged, gyrating her hips against Harry’s hand.

Harry smirked, gently nibbling on Olivia’s earlobe. “How bad do you want this?” Harry asked, poking the head of his dick against Olivia’s soaked panties, clearly enjoying her begging.

Olivia let out a strangled sigh as she felt his hard arousal attempt entry. “So bad,” she pleaded, her voice taking on a higher pitched tone as she urgently begged. She was being a bit theatrical with her begs, she knew, but it turned her on to whine for his dick and she knew it drove Harry crazy to hear her desperately craving him. “Please… I need your cock so bad, sweetheart…”

“God…” Harry grunted carnally. In a swift motion, Harry tugged Olivia’s panties to the side and yanked her closer to him. Effortlessly, he shoved his erection into her slick hole, groaning loudly as his cock disappeared inside of her.

“Oh!” Olivia cried out as Harry entered her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his as she rocked against his hips. She rubbed her fingers against her clit, her action catching Harry’s attention.

He smirked. “So sexy when you do that, honey,” he told her, her racy action causing him to pump quicker into her. “How’s this cock feel?”

Olivia snagged Harry’s lips between hers, hungrily devouring his mouth as he panted against her. She whimpered into his mouth as he shoved his member deep inside of her. “You feel so good,” she mewled, arching her back as she cupped both of her breasts in her hands.

Harry licked his lips as he watched Olivia knead her tits. “Jesus, I love watching you do that,” he groaned, finding her clit with his fingers. He rubbed his fingers against her as Olivia bounced up and down on Harry’s hard shaft, bringing them both closer to their peak.

“So hot, honey,” Harry breathed, grabbing Olivia’s bottom with both hands and squeezing her fleshy cheeks. “Love this ass,” he added, swatting his hand against her skin.

Olivia moaned in response to his touch. “It’s all yours, honey,” she told him, feeling her breath bounce off Harry’s neck back to her face as she tucked her head against his shoulder. She swayed quicker, her breath intensifying as she felt Harry meet her movements with thrusts of his own.

“I feel like I ought to take you upstairs… show you a whole morning of my moves, but… fuck…” Harry groaned loudly, keeping his arms tight around Olivia and making no motion to move and attempt to venture upstairs.

Olivia let out a giggle. “I don’t think you can walk with this third leg,” she reminded him, bearing down on him as to reiterate her point. “And… I really… really like your kitchen table moves,” she added, taking Harry’s hands from her backside and placing them on her breasts. “Make me cum, sweetheart,” she whimpered, arching her back as her hands found her clitoris again.

“Oh, honey… with pleasure…” Harry answered. His pace grew frantic, hips slapping against hers. He moaned wordlessly while keeping time with his thrusts. Suddenly, Harry buried his cock deeper inside her and held Olivia tight against his body.

“God…” Olivia groaned loudly, bracing her arms against Harry’s shoulders as she bore down against his erection. Her muscles tightened around his cock and she felt him stiffen and flex inside her. Olivia could hardly hear his moan as he filled her, succumbing to the wave of pleasure herself.

Harry rested his head against Olivia’s shoulder as their heart rates slowed. He ran his hands slowly up and down her back, evoking goosebumps along her skin. “You’re my favourite,” he told her, pressing a kiss behind her ear.

Olivia smiled, pulling back to face Harry. “You’re like in my top five…” she told him playfully, dropping a kiss on the tip of Harry’s nose before he could reply.

Harry rolled his eyes at Olivia. “You think you’re so cute when you’re cheeky, don’t you?” he asked, swatting his hand against her bare bottom.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Olivia answered with a smirk. She snagged Harry’s lips with hers, grinning against his plump lips. “And don’t deny, you think I’m cute, too.”

Harry shrugged indifferently. “You’re like… in the top five of cute girls,” he countered, offering Olivia a charming grin.

Olivia winced playfully. “Ugh, I don’t like it when the tables are turned,” she said, making a face at Harry.

He laughed at her pout. “Oh, come on…” he teased, smacking her backside again. “You know you’re at least top three. Maybe even two!”

Olivia laughed, shaking her head at Harry. “You’re a dork,” she told him. “But… you are my favourite dork,” she assured him, though knowing neither of them needed assurance as to where they stood on each other’s list of favourites.

Harry grinned, finding Olivia’s lips again. “And you’re the cutest…” he told her. “Except for me, of course,” he boasted. “Now!” He exclaimed, pinching Olivia’s bum. “Go get your Union Jack top hat, we’re about to make London our bitch.”

~*~*~*~

The church gardens would have been beautiful, but in typical England fashion, the clouds had rolled in as soon as Harry and Olivia had exited the car. Luckily, the Crown Tavern was right around the corner, so they rearranged their plans and decided to visit the pub and have a couple of drinks before it was socially acceptable.

“This place is gorgeous,” Olivia commented, glancing around the pub approvingly. The Victoria décor had been matched time and time again in more modern pubs, but the features in the Crown Tavern were original features – or so said Yelp. It wasn’t very busy, but Olivia chalked it up more to the time of day and not the restaurant itself.

The server approached the table and plopped a pint down in front of each of them before telling them to enjoy and vacating the table as quickly as she’d arrived. Harry picked up his glass and held it towards Olivia, causing her to do the same.

Instead of making a cheesy cheers speech, Harry furrowed his brow curiously. “So… do you want to be Lenin or Stalin?” he wondered. Before Olivia could answer, Harry continued. “I’ll be Stalin, because it sounds like Stallion,” he determined.

Olivia snickered. “Well, Lenin was older, wiser and pretty much the boss of Stalin, so it’s pretty fitting for me,” she teased, reaching her glass to touch against Harry’s.

He shrugged. “Well, older anyway,” he commented innocently, taking a sip of his drink. “Hey!” he yelped suddenly, feeling Olivia’s foot kick against his shin.

She matched his innocent shrug. “I don’t think you minded me being the boss this morning…” she told him, keeping her voice low.

Harry shook his head at her. “No fair talking about us fucking while we’re in public and I can’t do anything about it,” he whined. He took a drink before continuing. “But yes… I do love when you’re bossy. In that way, anyway,” he quickly corrected.

Olivia took a sip of her drink. “Mm-hmm…” she replied unconvincingly. “You like when I tell you what to do.”

Harry leaned across the table. “Only when you’re telling me to fuck you,” he said, his voice barely audible. “Or make you cum…” He gave her an exaggerated wink before reaching out and lacing his fingers through Olivia’s.

Olivia flushed at his words. “Shut up,” she told him with an embarrassed laugh, furtively glancing around the restaurant. No one was around. No one heard.

Harry laughed loudly, amused by Olivia’s humiliation. “Shit, you’re cute when you’re all blushy,” he teased, squeezing her hand affectionately. “Funny how you get all red hearing the eff-word, but you weren’t too embarrassed to fuck yourself on the airplane,” he added, clearly attempting to get Olivia’s cheeks even redder.

“Fuck you,” Olivia hissed, though her mouth was quirking up into a hint of a smile. “You’re a real ass…”

Harry laughed again. “You love it,” he determined correctly. “Besides, you –“

“Excuse me?”

Harry stopped mid-sentence and looked up. Three girls in their early twenties stood beside the table, each of their faces clearly stating their shock over seeing Harry Styles seated in the same pub as them. Olivia watched Harry’s face. His lips pressed together for just a moment, indicating he was annoyed with the interruption, but it was for such a brief moment, she doubted the girls even noticed.

“Oh, my God!” the second girl yelped. “You are! You’re Harry Styles!”

Olivia desperately wanted to roll her eyes at the profound comment, but she refrained. Instead, she watched at Harry put on a smile – a smile vastly different than the ones he gave her – and nodded.

“I am,” he agreed, the fake smile still on his face.

The third girl clasped her hands together excitedly. “We are massive fans!” she exclaimed. Olivia wished they would keep their voices down. However, she was hesitant to even look at the girls – save for the crowd at the premiere, she hadn’t seen Harry with fans and didn’t want to say something that they would instantly take the wrong way and publish all over social media.

“Thank you very much,” Harry replied. “That’s very kind of you.”

Almost in sync, the three girls looked from Harry to Olivia and back to Harry. “Is this your girlfriend?” the second girl asked.

“The one you talked about yesterday?” the first one added. “We were there! That was so sweet!”

Harry looked at Olivia, giving her one of his real smiles. “Yes,” he answered simply, giving Olivia’s foot a gentle nudge under the table.

Taking that as her cue, Olivia looked up at the three girls. “Hi there,” she greeted, hoping she didn’t sound as awkward as she felt.

“Oh my gosh, you’re so pretty!” the first girl gushed.

“You’re so lucky to date Harry!” the third girl chimed in.

“What’s he like as a boyfriend?” the second girl asked.

“Uhm…” Olivia glanced at Harry, unsure as to how to answer the fan’s question. She didn’t want to answer at all – what business of it was theirs? – but she knew not answering would be worse than answering. “He’s… great. Of course,” she added, reminding herself that she had a big mouth and needn’t say anything more about his stats as a boyfriend.

Don’t talk about his dick don’t talk about his dick don’t talk about his dick.

“Aww!” The three girls gushed in union. “You two are so, so cute together!” the third girl cooed. “Are you writing songs about her?”

“You’ll have to just wait and see,” Harry answered smoothly. Olivia was impressed at how quickly he could think on his toes. Again she was reminded how different Media Harry and Boyfriend Harry were.

“You’re seriously, like, the prettiest,” the first girl said again. “Like, you’re actually so much prettier than Taylor!”

“Abby!” her friend hissed, sounding aghast. “You can’t say that!”

Olivia met Harry’s eyes across the table and smirked. That girl’s name seemed to follow Harry around like a bad smell, but in this case, Olivia didn’t mind. Hearing she was prettier than Harry’s ex-girlfriend, by a fan who, collectively, were known to hate every girl Harry looked at, was more flattering than Olivia wanted to admit.

“Sorry,” Abby apologised, not sounding sorry. “But… can we take a picture with you, please?”

Harry nodded. “Sure,” he chuckled, standing up. The stars in the fan’s eyes shone brighter than the entire sky as their idol stood up to pose with them.

Somehow, Abby managed to tear her eyes from Harry to look at Olivia. She held her phone out hopefully. “Would you… can you take it for us?” she asked.

Olivia didn’t want to. The pressure to take the perfect picture for the girls was substantial. She remembered back to when she met AJ McLean from the Backstreet Boys, and was devastated when the picture was developed and her eyes were closed. A once in a lifetime experience, ruined by a blink.

But, she reminded herself that it wasn’t 2001 anymore and she could take a dozen pictures for the girls. This would ensure that they were happy, and that she was awesome. So, she nodded. “Of course,” she agreed, accepting the phone from the girl.

The three girls tucked themselves in close to Harry with bigger grins on their faces than Olivia had ever seen. She peered at them through the screen – lord, was her man hot – before telling everyone to smile. She pressed the button, capturing the moment. “One more,” Olivia told them, pressing the button again before handing the phone back to Abby.

“Thank you so much!” she exclaimed, quickly reviewing the photos with her friends. “These are so cute!” she added, approving the snaps.

“You’re welcome,” Olivia replied, remembering to smile. She glanced at Harry, silently telling him to use his media vernacular to bid the girls a polite adieu. He replied with a slight nod before turning back to the three girls.

“Well, it was very lovely to meet all of you,” Harry stated politely. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. If you’re grabbing a bite here, I would highly recommend the black pudding and bacon burger.”

“Okay!” the girls enthused in unison. They backed away from the table, not tearing their eyes from Harry as they profusely thanked him and declared their love for him a few more times. Finally, as Abby backed into a chair and knocked it over, the waitress realised what was going on and quickly escorted the girls to their table… out of range from Harry and Olivia’s table.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” asked Harry, settling back into the booth.

Olivia shook her head as she joined Harry. “No,” she answered, taking a sip of her drink. “They said I was pretty,” she added, laughing sheepishly at how happy a complete stranger’s opinion made her. Maybe she was wrong about how vile Harry’s fans would be towards her. Maybe they would be happy for him, and appreciate that she was a normal girl. Maybe they wouldn’t fill the fan accounts with hateful slurs about her. Maybe she and Harry could attempt to throw a bit of normalcy into their relationship. The thought of normalcy was almost as exciting as the acceptance.

“You are pretty, love,” Harry reminded her.

“Well, thanks,” Olivia said, touching his hand affectionately. “But… I mean, hon, your fans are… well… a lot of them are assholes! So… yeah, I’m going to be a total girl about this and be pretty stoked that they think I’m pretty!”

Harry laughed, squeezing Olivia’s hand. “Whatever makes you happy,” he concluded. “And I’m happy you’re happy, so… cheers to being pretty and happy, yeah?” he asked, holding up his glass.

“Yes, you’re very pretty, too,” Olivia teased, clinking her glass against Harry’s. “And I love you,” she added, beaming at Harry before taking a drink.

Harry kissed the air in Olivia’s direction. “And I love you, too.”

Olivia smiled before bracing her hands on the table. “I’m going to go use the washroom,” she told Harry, picking up her purse and sliding out of the booth, giving Harry’s shoulder a squeeze as she walked by.

She pushed open the ladies room door, hearing muffled voices before she stepped in. She stopped short as the voices became clearer, and the first thing she heard was “I just can’t believe he’s dating someone like that.”

It’s not them, Olivia told herself, though keeping herself quiet as she ducked into a stall and locked it behind her. She realised she was holding her breath as she listened to the conversation.

“Oh, I know,” a second voice scoffed. “Like, she’s so… blah! He’s freakin’ Harry Styles, and she’s… like, who even is she? She’s a total nobody!”

“And she’s seriously not pretty,” the first voice added. “I mean, she’s got nice hair, I guess, but…”

“But he probably buys her crazy expensive shampoo!” the second voice countered. “Bet if she had to use shit like we do, she’d be a fucking troll!”

“She is a fucking troll!” the first voice reminded. “And did you see when she stood up, how fat she is?”

“Oh, for sure!” the second voice laughed. “I’m sending that pic to Freya’s fan account… hashtag rachet, am I right?”

The first voice laughed loudly. “Oh yeah, blow that shit up!”

Olivia stood frozen in place in the stall, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest as she listened to the hateful words coming from the girls who seemed so sweet just moments earlier. She’d never heard such terrible things said about her, but these girls picked up on every one of her insecurities and blew them wide open. If their howls of laughter weren’t so loud, Olivia would be certain they would be able to hear her thumping heart.

Without doing her business, Olivia managed to get her legs to work and quietly bolted from the washroom. She could feel tears prickling at the backs of her eyes but she refused to let the comments of a couple of jealous girls bring her to tears.

“That was – what’s wrong?” Harry asked as Olivia slumped back into the booth, her distraught clear on her face.

“Can we go?” Olivia asked, keeping her head down. She wondered which one of the girls took a picture, how they managed to take it, and if they would be taking any more. She felt antsy and shaky, and needed to leave the pub immediately.

“Hon, what’s wrong?” Harry repeated, staring intently at her. “What happened?”

Olivia blinked rapidly, her sweet boyfriend’s concern for her causing the tears to inch closer to the front of her eyes. “I’ll tell you after… can we please just go home?” she pleaded, her voice wavering as she attempted to maintain control.

Harry didn’t waste any time fishing a few bills from his wallet and dropping them on the table. Olivia had stood up as soon as Harry pulled out his wallet, and he had to quickly take a few wide strides to catch up with her. Olivia wondered if the girls would take a picture of her leaving Harry to pay for the drinks and add ‘hashtag golddigger’ to their Instagram post.

He found her hand as she pushed open the pub door and squeezed it reassuringly as they quickly crossed the street to Harry’s car. He opened the door for Olivia before getting into the driver’s seat. He stuck the keys in the ignition but didn’t start the car; rather, he stared at Olivia expectantly.

She sighed and shook her head. “Just drive, please,” she told him, looking towards the pub. Were the girls sitting at a window seat or on the patio and watching them? She hated how she couldn’t be sure.

Harry sighed but obliged, starting the car and pulling away from the curb. As he meandered through the streets of London, he kept glancing at Olivia until he could no longer be patient.

“Sweetie, talk to me…” Harry urged. He rubbed his thumb across Olivia’s knuckles. “What happened?”

Olivia sighed, pressing her palms against her eyes. “I… in the bathroom… I heard those girls, those fans of yours…” She spat out the word ‘fan’ as though it was poison. “They were talking about me…” Olivia sighed again, willing herself not to cry.

“What did they say?” Harry asked gently, his words coming out in a continual sigh. His tone told her that he knew exactly what was said. Of course he knew – he was daft at times, but he wasn’t stupid.

“You know…” Olivia told him, her voice cracking. “Everything bad that I think about myself, they said. They said it all! They… they don’t think I’m good enough for you. They lied to me when they said I was pretty,” she choked out, realising how stupid she sounded.

Harry let out a quiet chuckle as he pulled over onto the shoulder of the road. He shifted into park and turned to face Olivia. “Oh, sweetie…” he sighed, taking her face in his hands. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear as he stared into Olivia’s eyes.

“I wish I knew what to say to make this better for you,” he said quietly. “No, wait… I wish this wasn’t something I had to make better for you. I wish no one gave a shit about who I dated. But, for some reason they do, and… I’m so sorry that you’re caught in this, all because of me.

A sob escaped from Olivia and she covered her eyes again, frustrated by her emotions. “It’s not fair!” she cried out. “I just want to be with you, because I love you, and it always has to be so hard!”

“I know, honey…” Harry answered softly, stroking Olivia’s hair. “I know I can say, don’t let it get to you, but I know it does. Understandably so,” he quickly added. “People are mean. My fans are assholes… you know this,” he told her. Olivia’s head was still down but she could hear the smile in his voice.

Harry gently touched Olivia’s chin, urging her to look at him. “I love you so much,” he reiterated to Olivia. “And everyone who matters loves you. Anyone who doesn’t love you, doesn’t matter.”

Olivia blew out an exasperated breath. “I know…” she admitted. “But… it still hurts my feelings!” she exclaimed, her words causing a strange, strangled sob slash chuckle.

Harry chuckled softly, tugging Olivia closer to him. “I know, honey,” he cooed softly. “It still hurts my feelings too, when the internet gangs up. It sucks, sweetie, it fucking sucks. But we have each other… and we have great families, and awesome friends… People that matter.”

Olivia nodded, hearing Harry’s words but not absorbing them. She knew he was trying as best he could to comfort her, but she was too far down the rabbit hole to understand his comfort. “I just want to go home…” she told him with a sigh.

Harry nodded, signaling to turn back onto the road. “Just a few minutes away,” he assured her, squeezing Olivia’s hand.

She nodded, but he hadn’t understood her request. She wanted her safety net, her regularity, her life. She wanted to go home… to Canada.

Notes

Comments

@Kammy.
Oh I know. It hurt me too. When this idea first came to me, I was like "fuck... Noooooo!" But... I felt it was realistic (and stupid and dumb and dumb and stupid!) too. Sigh.

harambejtrump harambejtrump
4/26/18

this hurts, I'm broken...you have ruined me... (I still love you, but omg does this kill me)
You know I love this story, Olivia is my girl...but my heart hurts now

On that note....the realistic way they ended, wow...I could see this happening in his life easily, poor H...

Kammy. Kammy.
4/26/18

@Prinny1321
Thank you!!

harambejtrump harambejtrump
4/25/18

I'm sad that they didn't get back together but I love how realistic it was <3 I loved this though

Prinny1321 Prinny1321
4/25/18

@morrison_hotel
❤❤❤

harambejtrump harambejtrump
4/25/18