olivia | o.r.

chapter 17: oh ship

"How's Minnie Mouse?" Dan's voice was heard from Olivia's phone, the facetime call capturing him in all his producer glory. 

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Minnie bent with her hands on her knees, desperate for more of the substance that is air. 

The girls were in the reserved back room of none other than Roman Kemp's radio show. 

"She's alright," Olivia smiled, moving her phone camera to where the girl's meltdown was on full display. 

"Hey Min! Are you gonna ask him if he has Harry's number?" Dan teased through the bad service connection. 

"Just wait until I get my hands on you, you dreadful man-child," Minnie sat down as she flicked off the man in the phone screen. 

A knock at the door resulted in the flicking heads of both girls, "2 minutes!"

Olivia hung up on Dan without a second thought, deciding a middle finger to his face was a good enough farewell. 

She looked to Minnie, making direct eye contact with a suggestive smile that said 'You know what this meanssss,' in a very distinct, taunting sing-song voice. 

"No. No! Liv, I can't dO this," Minnie stressed as she felt as though she was going to fall through the floor. 

Olivia sat down next to Minnie, her hands rubbing at any tenseness in the girl's shoulders, "Sure you can," she held back a giggle. 

"Harry Styles has been my emotional support since age 10. I literally had Harry before I had boobs. I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed to know how to communicate with someone who classifies as one of his... 'mates'."

"I guarantee you, you'll be fine," Olivia pecked the girls' lips at the second knock on the door. 

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The interview had gone fairly well despite the constant claminess of Minnie's hand as it gripped tightly onto Olivia's. 

Minnie had been a bit starstruck in the beginning, making accidental crazy eyes as Olivia nudged her to stop. 

Just as she was beginning to ease into the conversation easily, Mr. Kemp decided to throw a free ball into the arena. "So I hear you two are big fans of Harry Styles."

"Oh my God," Minnie muttered as Olivia laughed. 

"Yes, wow, how did you know?" Olivia smiled as she shot a knowing look towards her girlfriend. 

"Anyone could know, actually," Roman smiled cheekily, "If you just scroll down on either one of your Twitter accounts-"

"OH NO," Minnie hid her face in her hands. 

"I see you know exactly what I'm talking about," Roman laughed loudly. 

"I was a very dedicated stan Twitter user in the era of One Direction, yes," Minnie's face was red as she spoke in a joking manner. 

"Yeah, we were moots," Olivia joked. 

"What's a moot?" Roman asked with a tilt of his head. 

"Sorry, dude. Stan Twitter code," Minnie and Olivia, as if on cue, held there hands up as if reciting an oath. Whew, thank God, Minnie had gotten past the worst. 

"You two..." Roman chuckles. 

"Well, I guess since we're all here, I have to ask." He shifted in his chair a bit to where he was fully sitting up, the lump in Minnie's throat threatening to grow. She spoke too soon. 

"Everyone wants to know... are you two together?"

"Well, at the moment, yes, Olivia is sitting next to me." Minnie didn't know how she was able to make a joke at a time like this. She was experiencing true crisis and had all the strength to wisecrack. Having humor as your defense mechanism checkkkk.