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OLIVIA

"Come on it's almost 8 o'clock and you haven't even showered yet" I heard Harry say.

I am extremely exhausted. I didn't even get a decent amount of sleep because he was talking so loud on his phone about some sort of arrangements, which I could care less about right now.

I sat up and glared at him cuffing his sleeves. His father was hosting an event dedicated to his sister for getting a job promotion and Mr. Grant happened to also invite me.

Did I want to go? No

Do I have to because I don't want to be rude? Yes

Am I gonna regret it because I might be too cranky to even talk to anyone?

Yes but fuck it.

I chose to not say anything to him because I might even hurt his feelings the way how I'm so fucking tired right now. I took off my clothes and went to the shower and let the hot water calm my nerves.

After I finished, I moisturized my skin and got my makeup done. I let out my frizzy hair and made it run down my back freely.

I got up from the stool in the bathroom and walked to the closet, skipping through outfits. I don't even know what the fuck to wear.

I stood there just staring at my clothes but then I remembered that my mother bought me a red silk backless dress with suede heels for my cousins graduation ceremony. I couldn't get to wear them because a thunderstorm happened and I couldn't get there.

I went to the top shelf and took out the dress and heels. After I managed to get the dress pass my hips I zipped myself up and put on my necklace and earrings.

"Let's Go Now!" Harry yelled at the bottom of the stairs. He was getting on my very last fucking nerve and I'm trying my very hardest not to lose it.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before spraying on some fragrance. I took up my purse and went downstairs.

Harry was texting on his phone to even notice that I was coming down the damn staircase.

What if I fell? He wouldn't even notice to catch me.

When I finally reached down he looked at me from head to toe with a straight face. I was hoping he was gonna say something, anything on how I look.

He just opened the door and hurried to the car, starting it up. I opened the door and got in. At this point I'm used to this but I was just hoping for some sort of progress from him.

Ever since a few weeks ago he has been acting weird. He doesn't compliment me as he often does, doesn't kiss me if I'm sad, we don't even have deep late night talks anymore. The last time we had sex was a few weeks before and he didn't even give me a chance to reach my climax. That's why I keep a Bunny under the mattress so I can relieve myself when he's fast asleep.

I just want this night to be over so I can just get back in my bed and sleep until the next two days.

"I'm so exhausted I've been doing paper work all morning and couldn't even get any sleep because you were talking so loud on the phone" I said with my head resting on the window.

"I was trying to know what was going on with whatever father had planned because he didn't even tell me until last minute, plus I had to arrange some assistance to help with the setup. So if anyone is exhausted, its me" he said angrily with his hands clutching the steering wheel.

I just kept my mouth shut. I'm in no mood to start an arguement at the moment.

I only met his parents once when we had dinner. His mother was a total bitch because for some reason she was trying to hide that she was racist and the fact that her son is dating a black woman.

His father on the other hand was so sweet and so humble. He had a certain vibe that I liked and he is no where near what his son is like right now. I even have a feeling that Harry is gonna act all goody around so many people.

Finally we arrived at the venue. He found a parking space and we got out. There were paparazzi at the entrance taking pictures of people here and there, there were even couples holding hands and posing.

Wow I didn't even remember that his father was so well known.

He walked infront of me and when we got a little closer he slowed down his pace. When at the entrance he stopped and put his hand on the lower part of my back leading me inside.

Oh look, he's a gentleman when we're in public. Fan-fucking-tastic.

The place was beautiful and huge on the inside. There were rose gold chandeliers and beautiful paintings on the walls. The floor was so polished and shiny that I can see my own reflection. White tables with gold and red chairs, and a small podium for none other than the host himself.

The people here were dressed up in high fashion. I hope I don't look too underdressed compared to some of the rich and beautiful women in here.

Harry walked around and greeted a few people. A waiter walked by and offered us champagne. This is gonna be a long night so I drank two trying not to seem like I'm too lazy to talk to people and try to atleast lighten up a little.

I would be in my bed right now, dreaming about floating in a peaceful stream but instead I'm here at an event I don't want to be at because I don't want to seem rude. After Harry talking to people and mingling while I just stand there just smiling and nodding like the good person I am, the sound of a mic being turned on caught everyone's attention to look in the direction of the podium.

There was Mr. Grant with the mic in his hand but he my attention wasn't on him anymore... I was too busy looking at her.