Love on Tour [Love at the Forum Final Book]

Chapter 9: I Didn't Do Anything

Olivia Wilde spotted driving out of Harry & Maggie's Los Angeles home.

I hated this article the most. I hated how small it made me feel. I didn't owe this woman anything. I hated our names being put together.

I sat at the table, reading it over again on my phone.

A source stating, Olivia brought Harry and Maggie a small gift of flowers for their unborn child, and was only there for mere moments before she was spotted leaving their home.

I placed my phone down and shook my head. Jeff using Daylily was the most infuriating part of it. Having healed so much, and it being brought up in this manner. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

I bit my lip and got up to make dinner. Harry had meeting all day and the last thing he needed was me stressed and fussy about this. I swallowed my pride and opened up the fridge popping open a bottle of wine before cooking.

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Harry's POV

I walked into our home and immediately heard Maggie's loud singing echoing through the house, the music blasting.

Taylor Swift. Of course.

That only meant one thing, she was going through it today. I knew the article today would upset her. It had upset me.

"You are an expert. At sorry, and keeping lines blurry, never impressed by my acing your test." She belted out into the wooden spoon she was cooking with.

I chuckled softly, "Did I do something wrong?"

She turned to me quickly, her face slightly flushed, and she shook her head, "No, no."

She turned away from me. Stirring whatever she was cooking. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her waist, my chin resting on her shoulder, "Baby."

She smelled slightly of wine, I looked next to the stove and a glass of wine stood there, "Yes Harry."

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

"Harry, you know what's wrong. I just don't want to talk about it. I made us curry, it's ready. Can you serve it while I clean up a little?" She removed my arms from around her, and moved to the sink, quietly washing dishes.

I started to speak, but decided against it, grabbing two bowls and adding some rice and the veggie curry she had made. Adding the pieces of chicken she cooked on the side to hers. I brought everything to the table including her wine glass and the bottle, bringing out another glass for me. I served us both and sat down, waiting for her.

She walked over and sat across from me, her gaze avoiding mine. I swallowed hard, "Everything smells good baby."

"Thanks, hopefully it taste as good." She said sipping some wine.

"I'm sorry Maggie. I'll tell Jeff he needs to really stop bringing up Daylily."

"Don't. I feel like he'll just do it out of spite." Her voice was thick with something I hadn't ever heard from her.

We both sat quietly eating our food. It was delicious, like everything she ever made me. I peeked up at her, and she was just pushing her food around. Her other hand playing with the necklace Gemma gave her.

I pushed away from the table and walked over kneeling next to her, "Baby, talk to me."

"I would have been a good mom, but she's not here. Olivia. She has kids. She should know. She should tell Jeff that isn't right. She didn't give us anything. I wouldn't take anything from her. It was her fans, your fans wouldn't do that to me." Her words were slightly slurred, and soon tears filled her eyes.

"Shhh, shhh, baby." I stood up and pulled her close to me.

"I didn't do anything. I didn't..." she just cried against me and I held her closer.

All I could think about was the light in her eyes. My chest tightened, "You didn't Maggie. You didn't do anything baby. It's all over okay? It's over. I won't do this anymore."

I held her as she cried, and kissed the top of her head, keeping my lips pressed against it.

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Jeff and I fought on and off for the next couple of days, but no articles were posted. He wasn't dropping it, no matter how hard I tried and I was growing more and more frustrated, especially with Coachella only two weekends away.

I sat in my car outside her house. Outside of Olivia's house. I swallowed hard, recalling our phone conversation earlier.

"Harry. This is...surprising."

I took a deep breath, "Olivia I need to talk to you. Can we meet up? Privately. Please."

She was silent for a moment, "Okay. Can you come here? I have the kids this week."

"I'll be there tomorrow at 7am. I know it's early, but I don't want paps. Do not tell Jeff either."

"Okay. Fine."

I took a deep breath getting out of my car and quickly making my way to the door. I rang the door bell and soon she answered, welcoming me inside. We moved to her living room and sat across from each other.

"Do you want coffee or something? She asked and I shook my head.

"No Liv. I'm fine. Thanks."

"So what did you want to discuss?"

"We can't do this media bit anymore Liv. I can't do this to Maggie. Do you see what Jeff is running? He keeps bringing up the baby. I can't put her through that."

She looked down, then back at me, "Harry I'm being dragged in the media, over and over. I need this."

"Weren't those two articles enough, Olivia? How much more can I give without you giving something back."

We both sat in silence for a while, until she finally broke the silence.

"Fine. I'll stop the articles." She finally said.

"Thank you, really, thank you Liv." I said.

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Olivia's POV

"Jeff. Mo more articles."

"What?" He exclaimed.

"No more articles, but I want Coachella. Make it happen. Photos and everything."

"He won't go for it Liv."

"Make him."