I want to write you a song.
21.
Olivia's POV:
I am no to sure if we broke up or what last night, he didn't kick me out of the house, but that no means we are ok right now. I threw my phone at him, he yelled things, a lot of dramatic scenes unfolded. Due to this all I did not get a split second of sleep last night, I sit on our or his couch ever since he stomped up the stairs last night.
"I think we should talk about it." I hear him coming down the stairs. Green Bay are playing on the tv in the background. I hear him sigh. "Ok let's talk." I am so surprised he replied.
"Are you going to forgive me?" I asked standing to walk right up at him. I place my hands my hips indicating I am mad.
"I am sorry I overacted." He said plainly similar to how I was acting last night. "Your sorry that's it." I raise my voice, his eyes wonder around the room as do mine. "What are you looking at H? The score, your not going to find answers there?" I grab the remote and turn the tv off. "I don't appreciate you putting all your problems out on me." I said.
"Meaning?" He finally responds. "You know everything about me, my hopes, dreams, fears my nightmares." I whisper, "And you, I know nothing really."
"Why are you laughing at me." I angry cry.
"I love it when your mad." He smirks. "Really, your complimenting me right this second." How can I stay mad at him? The blame is all me, being swept away in the most randomised moments. He holds his hands out and I step into them. "I love you and I am sorry for reacting how I did." He kisses the side of my head. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you something so vital." I speak into his chest.
Hours later we return home, Harry carrying the groceries in. I watch him put the shopping away and some fears creep in. I hate how we fight and how reoccurring it it, what if that is us fighting, fighting and more fighting. But as they say the good always outweighs the bad. He joins me on the couch and his lips meet mine, I nestle into his chest. I love how treacherous we can potentially be, I hear the sound of our heartbeats magnetising us both.
The silence is serenity, my eyes finally drift off to sleep.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy." My little girls come running in. Harry bends down to their height. "Hey there cuties." I can see hurt in his eyes but builds his walls. "What are your names?"
"Lilly."
"Darcy." I smile at my daughters accomplishments at alliterating their names. Harry returns to his natural height. "Two girls." He spoke, sadness evident. "Yea." I say shyly. "Seems like you got everything you have ever wanted."
Have I? I debate more than ever after seeing him after all these years. "Olivia." My eyes close and I turn around, seeing my daughters wasn't bad enough, now for him to meet my husband.
I glance back to Harry he knows who this man is. "Please don't leave me." I whispered at a now perplexed Harry.
"Liv, wake up. Wake up." My eyes immediately open from this dream\nightmare. "Hey you ok?" He wipes my damp under eyes with his thumbs.
"Bad dream." I cried. "Hey it's ok, it was just a dream?" He hugs me, "I know, I know it just seemed so real." I hug him tighter, "what was it about?" He asks.
"Doesn't matter." I shake my head against his shoulder. "Just promise me you won't ever leave me." I whisper. "Hey." He cups my cheeks. "I am not going anywhere, ever." He kisses me.
