I want to write you a song.
5.
My eye is on the door for the past hour. I look ridiculous Christmas lights hanging, he said he would be here. I look ridiculous as I watch everyone in slow motion in my red lipstick and red party dress impressing no one.
Here we are in Sweden celebrating my birthday and Louis, we are celebrating tonight December first. I am so embarrassed, a tear rolling down my cheek I can't take it, so I run down the hall to the bathroom.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" El, Sophia and Perrie asked me noticing my hands either side of the basin. I am sinking with sadness. "He said he'd be here." I sob. I am really close with these girls I know I can let my walls down.
"Are people laughing at me?" I asked, "What no of course not." Sophia said.
They all help me with my smudged makeup. He should have been here and I would have been happy. Theres a knock on the door, Louis pops his head in "time to cut the cake."
We all step out of the bathroom and make our way down. Everyone standing around me singing happy birthday, and this is the official moment that I know.
He is missing and now I know more than ever because of the tears streaming down my face. "Make a wish Olivia and Louis." Niall said I know his itching for some cake. "You can do the honours Lou." I ditch, pick my dress up and run out of the room.
Now the oddest part is I don't care that he isn't here and I know. "Olivia," My teary eyes meet Harry's.
"Hey, hey." He quickly embraces me and I cry on his shoulder. "Shhhh" He plays with my hair. I remove my head from his shoulder and look in his eyes, his thumbs wiping my tears away. I look to the ground then back at him biting my lip.
We both jump from the ringing of my phone. "Sorry." I whisper and answer it.
"Hello."
"Hey, I am so sorry I missed your birthday Olivia." He said. I don't care for his explanation.
"Yea I'm sorry too." I said and hang up.
Harry's POV:
"Hey, I am so sorry I missed your birthday Olivia." That loser said I am eavesdropping .
"Yea I'm sorry too." Olivia said and hung up and I'm proud. I speak a silent prayer between myself for this to be the moment she knows.
"Come on." She reaches for my hand.
All the lads and their girls decided to hit the club, while Olivia and I return to the hotel. Her head resting on my shoulder in the cab. Her phone begins to ring and Chris comes up on caller ID. I press the ignore button, shaking my head.
We pull up at the hotel and I wake her, ushering her to her room. I stayed with her until she got settled for bed. I stand from the couch and go to leave. "Harry." She whispers and I turn back around. "Can you stay with me, please." she opens the duvet. I nod my head slipping off my shoes and jeans.
I slide in next to her and she is quick to fall asleep in my arms.
The morning sun rays through the window, and I am wide awake. My eyes immediately smile that Olivia is nestled into my chest. Her breathing is slow and I admire her battering eyelids in the midst of a dream. She manoeuvres her neck and her eyes open, "sorry." She chuckles rolling over the other side.
"all good, feeling any better?" She stares at he ceiling pursing her lips, her hands crossed on the along the hem of the duvet shrugging her shoulders.
"well we have studio all day, hopefully writing will take your mind off it." I said. "Yea absolutely." She smiles.
Olivia's POV:
"Yea ok bye." I hang up on Chris.
"Who was that?" Harry starlets me, "Oh umm just Chris." His demeanour shifts. "Why are you talking to him.?"
"I need to sort some things out." I said. "Like what?"
"Umm H ist's none of your business."
"Fine if you need some company tonight, don't come knocking." He ditches the recording and writing session bursting out of the room. All eyes on me and I just shrug my shoulders.
Harry doesn't understand he has never been in a relationship like ever and I am not judging. But you just can't end a four year relationship over the phone. Although I don't know if it is necessarily over, simultaneously it has been four years with Chris can I really throw it all away?
We go back home tomorrow to the UK and we need to sit and talk properly. I have no idea what I am going to do. Then the curly haired boy returns to the recording room and ignores me for the rest of the day and night.
