[1] Olivia Rodrigo | One shots/Imagines [F/M Readers]

🌀 Requested (1184)

Written: July 23rd 2021
Edited: NOT YET

Tittle: Unreleased

This was requested by Hayley-Bestie Thanks for the request, I hope you like it!

Request: "could you do one with her unreleased songs please?"

"Hey baby." You called out to Olivia as you entered the studio.

She'd been working non-stop all day, and you haven't seen her since you kissed her goodbye this morning.

There was no answer so you called out to her again, this time you could see her.

She was sitting on a rug in the middle of the studio, a guitar on her lap, her left hand holding it while her right held a pen, the tip of between her lips.

You stoped trying to get her attention as soon as you saw her focused stance. Her back was to you but you could imagine her cute focused face.

After a couple of minutes of you just watching her mumble inaudible words then write them down she started to strum her guitar.

Then she pulled out her phone and hit the record button, you felt like a creep just watching Olivia like that but you loved it. Everything she did made you smile.

She strummed a few cords before singing: A Monday morning you meet me at the hotel, and

You bought me coffee just to spill it on yourself

But you never take things seriously

It's kinda why I like you so much, honestly

This earns a chuckle from causing Olivia to stop playing and jumping from her spot in surprise. "Don't worry baby, it's just me." You quickly reassured her getting up to.

She sighs in relief "fuck you!"

"When?" You smirked and she laughed. "I'm sorry it's just you surprised me." She explained herself before sitting back down.

"What? No hug? No kiss? No, 'I haven't seen you in almost 12 hours y/n!'?" You opened your arms and Olivia groaned. "I'll kiss you just come here, I don't wanna get up." She whined and you walked to her and bent down giving her a quick pec.

"Let's here the rest of that song huh?" You say sitting crisscrossed in front of her. She chuckles before positioning the guitar in her hands once more.

A Monday morning you meet me at the hotel, and

You bought me coffee just to spill it on yourself

But you never take things seriously

It's kinda why I like you so much, honestly

And I wrote a note and left it folded in your pocket

You taped it to your wall in your New York apartment

Kissing in the taxi cab
'Til the driver gives us dirty looks back

She pauses to flip the page in her notebook and you pull out your wallet and place it open in front of her, "oh my god, you still have it!" She gasped picking up your wallet with a pink paper folded right beside a picture of the both of you.