1. Can you feel my heart?
"Goodbye, Oliver. And goodluck!" I said, waving to my webcam. He blew me a kiss and logged off. He sent me pictures of him and the band every day since he left for America. The home of the greed. Hopefully what I had taught oliver would stick in that gooey brain of his. I have to learn to trust him though, but I'm not so sure this was a good idea. Perhaps I should have went with him....
twelve months prior, Oliver's POV
"Hey man, whats up?" I say, greeting my clothing photographer. we fist bump and he introduces me to our new model, Anastasia.
"Ello love. Nice to meet you, I'm Oliver." I say, kissing the back of her palm.
"Oh please," she giggles. "How do you know its nice to meet me? I could be a complete twat for all you know." she smiles.
"well I suppose i'll have to find out for myself then, Yeah?" She nods her head and leads me to the racks of merchandise.
"Oli, I think I will have you wear the Logo vest today. Sound good?" She asks, her voice laced with a heavy British accent. which sounded very cute with her sweet voice. I nodded and pulled her closer to me by her waist.
"I think I'm going to like you," I whispered.
"Oh really? Well I just might happen to like you afterall." She says, winking at me and walking into her dressing room. Hmm, I'd defiantly need to get her number before I leave today.