A stupid girl rushing into my Range Rover, I am tired and Jet lagged and now delirious a little. I have no where to really go, although I opt for Niall's place since it's a five minute drive. If i was any other girl I would be crying, yelling with rage, why aren't I?

Is a part of me glad that I walked in on my boyfriend of four years with another girl glad? Weird. I'm not usually an emotional type so this situation does not really differ, maybe my exhaustion is masking everything.

I take a deep breath through my review mirror and turn the radio up, the rain starts to pour as I drive alone. Finally I pull up to Niall's and grab my suitcase and ring his doorbell.

"Olivia what are you doing here?" He said, "Can I stay here tonight?" I said casually.

"Sure." He stepped aside and lets me in. "Are you umm ok?" I nod my head, he kindly takes my suitcase and places it in the lounge room. We walk into the kitchen and I am greeted by the curly haired boy's back. He slowly turned around and his eyes burning into mine. I take a seat next to him on the kitchen counter.

"Drink?" Niall offers I shake my head. I take my vibrating phone from my pocket and hit the red ignore button.


Harry's POV:

I watch her hit the red ignore button from Chris. She caught my glance so I resume to my stare to the window behind Niall. I am staying here my house is currently under renovations. She bites her nails I've learnt is her habit she is desperately trying to break.

The silence in this room is deafening. "I'm gonna go take a nap." I clear my throat. I make myself scarce, but secretly hide behind the wall.

"So you wanna tell me what's up." I heard Niall speak. "Umm." Olivia quivers, "you know just found Chris in bed with another girl." My fists clench, "but you know, no big deal." How does she have such a sense of humour about this?

It takes all of me not to go over and beat the shit of him. Simultaneously a part of me is jumping for joy thinking maybe, possibly if they are over, I can be the one. Don't be silly Harry poor girl is hurting and my only concern is when I can swoop in and have her all to myself. Now another part of me, that anger part I can't comprehend takes over.

I resume back to the kitchen and slam my fists against the kitchen counter. She jumps and Niall steps back wide eyed. "You gonna go back to him still?" I asked plainly.

"I, uh, umm."

"You cannot be serious Olivia. How many times do you want him to hurt you?"

"Again it is none of your business Harry!" She stands and cries.

She vanishes from the room, stomping up the stairs. I run my hand through my hair. "You didn't have to be so angry H." Niall spoke. "I know, I know." I whisper

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Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
so casually and cruel in the name of being honest.
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here.
Cause I remember it all, all, all too well

I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it.


I hear her sing behind the door, I slowly knock but she keeps going. I allow myself in, she halts as soon I sit opposite of the bed. She places the guitar down and sighs. "Sorry." I whispered.

"It's fine, Harry." She smiles. "Well I'll let you rest." I kiss her forehead. "Night."


Olivia's POV:

He kisses my forehead. I have no intentions in going to bed right now. This isn't the first time he has been at my door, he has done it many times before, this time was an apology and I watched him leave right before my eyes as I break.


I throw on my hype hoodie and carefully tip toe down stairs, leaving Niall's place. I am going back to mine and Chris's.

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It feels right, I am ok, but I'm not all that fine. I return to Niall's turn on the radio a little, I know he and Harry are probably still sleeping. I open the fridge and sing to Ed Sheeran's Thinking out loud. I rummage through the fridge searching for something to feed my rumbling stomach.


I sing and sway to one of my favourite songs. "Feeling peckish." I turn around and see Harry, his tattoos exposed and his Kleins showing off his toned stomach. "A little." I blush. He takes his hand out I am a bit perplexed then his eyes flicker, I bite my lip and take his hand and we begin to dance in the refrigerator light.

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