I sit alone in my suite overlooking the Eiffel Tower playing the piano. Everyone is out touring but i opted on staying in due to the fact she is with Chris, and I don't want to witness that. They have been together almost four years and every time she talks about him tor with him my fists clench.

I know why haven't I admitted anything to her, well she seems happy and if she's happy then I can't possibly take that away from her and ruin the relationship i do have with her, I guess my temptation to fill that void is hook ups with other girls. I by any means do not care about other girls I know it sounds awful it helps me fight the real urge of not being with Olivia.


I am well aware that as well as all our lives changing from this amazing dream we still embark on three years on hers has changed as well, therefore she knows me, she knows the industry and how ruthless at times it can be.

I stand from piano when there is knock on the door. "Hey mum." I hug her. She is the only one who knows how deep my feelings are for Olivia.

"Hi honey." I wheel her suitcase in for her. "So where is Olivia?" She takes a seat and I roll my eyes.

"With her boyfriend." I take a seat next to mum. "Still." She raises an eyebrow.


Olivia's POV:

"Come on Chris." I whine.

"No Olivia." Chris is being so obnoxious. "Chris how often do we get to see or go up the Eiffel Tower." I cross my arms. "I hate heights." He argues.

I roll my eyes and decide to ditch him and join the others. Sometimes I feel as though my relationship with Chris is like a ticking time bomb, waiting with anxiety until it falls apart.

I remember our first date he was riving and god knows how, we had a minor car crash, ending with stitches in the hospital. Now that is nothing about a faded memory. I toy with the love heart necklace resting in my chest he gave me on our six month anniversary. I sigh deeply have we really outgrown each other?


These thoughts swimming in my mind as I walk back to the hotel with him. He holds my hand tight, we approach the hotel and the paps have found us. It seems that the boys are only bombard by them, I however time to time am caught in the cross fire, this life we dream and now live is for worse and better. I have ended up on magazine covers time to time, we slowly shove past the flashes and screams.


'FOR FUCK SAKE THEY ARE ANNOYING." Chris yells across out hotel room. Here we go again i cannot count how many times we have had this argument.

"I know, Chris you don't need to remind me." I remain calm.

"Do you even care how invasive they are?" He asked, "I've learnt to live with it."

"Well I haven't" He stands there with his eyes wide. "What do you want me to do?" I stand with my hands on my hips.

"Can't you quit this tour, Olivia please I miss spending time with my girlfriend."

"Umm no Chris, this is my job." He cannot be serious. "Fine, fine" He puts his hands up."I'm gonna go. I'll be back in a couple weeks." He begins packing.

"What, why?" my eyes begin to water. "It's my birthday in a few days we are celebrating in Sweden." I remind him, he is still packing. "I know, I know I promise I'll be there." He kisses my forehead.

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He left, his gone. Is this the beginning of the end for us? No don't be crazy Olivia, four years, four. I sigh deeply and don't want to be alone. I decide to get some company.


"Hey." I say looking to the floor. "Olivia, what happened?" Harry ushers me in his room. I explain to him and he just hugs me.

Looking into his green eyes, there has always been something between Harry and I but who knows, besides the time has never been right, I've always had Chris and maybe that is the problem I have only really been with him.

"How about we watch your favourite movie." He tucks a piece of hair behind my hair and I nod. I craw under his sheets crossing a potential line, but this has always been our friendship.


He presses play on Jams Dean's Rebel without a cause. "You look like him you know." I whisper. "So I've heard." He replied with a whisper.

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