olivia's pov
The charity even is at 5pm tonight so I wasn't in much of a rush to get ready, I did do a lot of vocal warm ups and annoy Anna. It's my duty as a sister
I finished all my homework this morning for the next few days since I will not be home.
I fly out right after the party to go to LA and I haven't packed...
I grab my suitcase from my closet and grab a few shirts and shorts, a few shoes and other necessities
It was pretty easy to pack since my stylist is bring my dress so I don't ruin it which is very likely to happen
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"That's looks so good on you" Anna says
I just changed into a short red dress and heels for tonight
"Thanks, I think I am just going to do my hair how it is" I say brushing my fingers through it
"That will look good" She says
"Shit I need to go" I check the time
"Love you" Anna sends me out
"Love you too" I say shutting the door and going to my car
The venue is 10 minutes away from my place so I get there quickly
The doors are surrounded by paparazzi
I get out of my car after parking and lock the doors
I make my way over to the door with my head down
"Livvy, Olivia"
"Over here"
"How are you handling the hate"
"How is Timothy" Who?
"Did you really fight Selena Gomez" The hell?
When I get inside the yelling is muffled by the walls, I am directed to backstage by a nice worker.
All my equipment got brought here earlier today so it's all set up
"Thank God you made it, your on in five" One of my assistance says
"I'm so sorry, I lost track of time" I walk fast
"This is a cancer awareness event so imply that please" She tells me
"Yes, I know. Thanks"
"Here's the microphone, your on" She lightly pushes the small of my back rushing me out.
"Hi everyone, I would just like to start by saying, Thank you so much for coming. I know a lot of you here are either cancer survivors, family members of a cancer patient, or just supporters of this foundation. What ever your position is, you being here makes I difference.
Not a lot of people know this about me but, My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was 15.
She made it 1 year before she lost her battle, I wrote this song for her one month before I had to say goodbye." I finish
Soon you'll get better behind playing and I put the mic in the stand.
The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair
In doctor's-office-lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared
That was the first time we were there
Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you
Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too
And I say to you
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon
'Cause you have to
I know delusion when I see it in the mirror
You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal
I just pretend it isn't real
I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky
I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try
And I'll say to you
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon
'Cause you have to
And I hate to make this all about me
But who am I supposed to talk to?
What am I supposed to do
If there's no you?
This won't go back to normal, if it ever was
It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because
'Cause I have to
Ooh-ah, you'll get better
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon
'Cause you have to
When the song finishes I wipe my tears off and people begin clapping
"On that note, maybe we should lighten the mood" I laugh along with the rest of the room
I sing 2 more songs, Getaway Car, and Blank Space
"That's it for now, Once again, Thank you so so much for coming and I am praying for anyone here struggling!" I wave and walk off
I hand off my mic and walk to the bathroom.
tom's pov
Olivia Dunne is in the middle of singing Blank Space and I cannot take my eyes off her
The way she moves around and gets attached to the lyrics is mesmerizing
"'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far (ooh)
It'll leave you breathless, mmh
Or with a nasty scar (leave a nasty scar)
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name"
When she finishes she ends with a wink and a few words before leaving the stage. Deep down I hope she comes out her to talk
olivia's pov
From: Roni
Liv where are you?
To: Roni
Bathroom backstage, please come back I need you
I look at myself in the mirror
My eyes are right red and I have tears and mascara down my face
*Knock*
"It's Roni, Open up" She says against the door
I open the door and let her in quickly closing it
She looks at my face and gives me a hug
"I had no idea" She gives me a hug
"Not a lot of people did" I say
"I'm so proud of you"
"Thank you Roni. Every time I talk about it a just get really upset. I really need to go out there and talk" I say wiping my tears again
"You can talk your time hun." She rubs my back
After about 5 minutes I am ready. I fixed up my makeup and hair and it looks as a good as it will get
I walk to the main room and look around
Some people are smiling in my direction, others in the own conversations
I go to the table to grab a water and someone comes up behind me
"Hi" A British accent says
I turn around and Tom freaking Holland is there
"Oh Hello, I'm Olivia" I stick my hand out to shake and he does the same
"So now you go by your full name huh?" He ask
"Yeah" I laugh
"You know what, I am actually flying out tonight for your premiere" I add
"So you are coming, they didn't tell me if you were or not" He smiles
"What?" I say confused
"I invited you"
YOU ARE READING
London boy (T.H) EDITING*
Teen FictionWould you rather be a super famous pop star, or a totally normal girl in college? What if I told you I was both? All I have to do is put on a wig and makeup, no one looks to far into it because it seems so real. Only 2 people in the world know this...
