Just Love Me Already

Olivia and Niall were a happy couple, that is until one text message threatened to ruin both of their lives forever. Drastic decisions, second chances, backstabbing lies and doing the unthinkable all occurs between what the world thinks of as "the power couple." But, we will see that how one word can change a persons life forever.


27. JLMA Ch. 26

In the week that has passed since me and Niall's breakup, i've been crashing on my old roommates couch. I'm not going to lie, I really do miss Niall. I miss his warm hugs and kisses and being able to wake up next to him. To hear him say "good morning beautiful" and "goodnight darling." Or just an "I love you" text or an "I'm hungry lets go out to eat" voicemail. I've received nothing of the sort. I've worn the same clothes that I left in and my hair is really greasy. Should I call him? Text him? I'm going to have to get all of my stuff and find a pace of my own sometime soon. I quit my job. I have missed so many weeks of work it's just too complicated to try and catch up. I don't know what to do, I'm lost and confused in my own little world. A few more days passed and then I finally decided to call him. I listened as the ringer kept ringing and ringing and then I heard his sweet little Irish voice. On his voicemail that is. Beep: "Hey it's me, well Olivia if you forgot. Well I was wondering when would be an appropriate time to collect my belongings? So you can call me or maybe text me, send a letter I don't care. Let me know ok? I hope you're doing well...I think I'm going to hang up now...ok bye." I hung up gently and sighed. 2 minutes later I got a text. "You can come now, I'm leaving so i'll leave a key under the mat." I didn't feel like it was necessary to reply, so I grabbed my keys and bag and left. When I arrived at Niall's place, I cautiously opened the door. It was a total mess. Food wrappers and beer cans everywhere. The only areas he kept clean where mine. My closet, my side of the sink, my side of the bed. I decided to clean the place up a bit, girlfriends intuition. Well ex that is. I slowly placed my possessions into a large plastic container. As I headed to my nightstand I ran my fingers over a picture of me and Niall. I was sitting on his lap at the park and he and I were feeding pigeons. The photo was taken when at a time when we were truly happy. What I would give to go back to that day. I pulled open the drawer and picked up my diary. I know it's weird to have a diary when you're 21 but I thought that it would be good to vent. I then entered my bathroom and collected all my toiletries. The shower caught my eye. My hair was awfully greasy and Niall was out so would it hurt to take a shower? I turned on the hot water and waited for it to heat up. I lost track of time when I heard the door open and shut. I quickly shut off the water and reached for niall's bath robe and rapped it around me. I heard the footsteps come closer and then into the bathroom. I sprang out of the shower and bumped into whoever was standing behind the door. I picked up the open plastic tub and ran out. Unfortunately my great escape failed when I slipped on a beer can and fell to the floor. "Olivia? What are you doing here?" I sighed as I gave myself a lovely face palm and turned to face the figure. "I could ask you the same question Harry." I said, wrapping the bathrobe tighter over me. "I was looking for Niall.... He's kind if been avoiding me." "That's surprising!" I scoffed as grunted sarcastically. Harry rolled his eyes and placed his hand on his hips. "Are those you're things?" He asked as I helped myself off the floor. "Why do you care?" "I know you hate me, just trying to make conversation." A shiver ran up my spine before I said, "I should go, Niall should be home soon." I picked up my tub and made my way out fast walking. "Wait Olivia you dropped a book-" I was already out of range for him to finish his sentence. I drove home out of breathe and collapsed on the couch. What book was Harry talking about? I shuffled through my bin and then I realized what I was missing. I wasn't missing a book, I was missing my diary.
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