CHAPTER 44 - glossier

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a/n - please vote! i decided to scrap the whole bachelorette idea bc it was such a long process😭 but like sick would it be to do a zombie apocalypse fan fic with olivia HAHAH

y/n's pov
i lay in bed, olivia next to me. "i have this glossier meet and greet thing tomorrow," liv says. "yeah? what're you doing there?" i ask. "meeting and greeting fans... taking a few photos, let them buy the collab glossier and i did," liv answers, "wanna come?" she smiles at me. "yeah, i've got nothing on tomorrow," i smile back. "10 o'clock we gotta be there, bright and early!" i chuckle, laying closer to olivia.

i turn my phone off, placing it on the bedside table as olivia continues to go on her phone. "i'm gonna sleep now," i say, turning off the lamp. "alright, i'll go in a bit," liv whispers. i move over, laying my head on her collarbone. olivia's arm wraps around me, and i close my eyes, focusing on olivia's fingers lightly massaging my head.

i wake up by olivia's loud alarm, groaning, "how loud do you want it to be?" olivia gives out a small laugh, "forgot i put it that high." i wrap my arms around her tighter as i feel her reach over to turn her alarm off. "we've got an hour to get ready, y/n," liv says, kissing my head. "it could be an hour and a half if i could just swing us there," i say. "tempting, but we've already got a ride," liv says. i roll off her, and olivia sits up, stretching. "come on," she says, hitting my knee before standing up.

i get out of the car, closing it behind me. "how long will you be here for?" i ask, as we start to walk behind olivia's security and managers. "maybe an hour and a half? honestly, i have no idea," liv says, "turns out there was so many people, there had to be an option of either a photo with me or a signed glossier bag." "who on earth would pick a bag over olivia rodrigo? jokes, i would," i smile at her. olivia gasps dramatically, hitting me on the arm, "take a glossier bag and go!" i laugh, and we walk into the glossier store. 

olivia and i stand in the lobby, waiting for her managers to finish talking with the glossier workers. "you know someone asked me to write a tattoo for them?" i say. "oh my god, yeah! i saw that on twitter, they actually got it tattooed!" liv laughs. "oh shit, can i see it?" i ask. liv takes out her phone, and i stand beside her. she goes onto twitter, looking up 'spider-woman tattoo'. she taps the photo of the person's arm, showing what i wrote, now tattooed onto her. "oh my god, that's crazy!" i laugh. 

"bam! bam!" i pretend to air punch olivia. "this is abuse," olivia says, shaking her head. i laugh, and olivia starts to fake punch me as well. i swipe her hands out of the way, slowly going for a dramatic punch to the face. olivia groans slowly as my hand makes contact with her cheek. she falls to the floor slowly and i laugh, putting a hand to her. she laughs too, and she takes my hand with a satisfying slap. i pull her up with one hand, fixing her skirt. 

olivia and i walk to where they were gonna take the meet and greet photos. "these are cute flowers," i say, looking at the flower pot on the side of the white background. "right?" liv says, touching them, "can we take a picture?" "okay, but first i gotta act like your fan," i say, moving back to the side of the white background. "you don't have to act," liv jokes. i clear my throat, "oh my god! olivia rodrigo, you're my biggest inspiration!" i jog up to her, "i love you so much, can you please sign my arm?" i pick up the sharpie from the table and hand it to her. she laughs, "are you serious?" "yes, of course! i'm gonna get it tattooed!" olivia continues laughing, taking off the cap. i hold my arm out to her, and she starts to write. "'i love you'?!" i squeal loudly at olivia's writing. "what can i say? i love all my fans," she says, putting the sharpie back on the table. "can we take a picture now?!" "yes, of course! move in!" i stand next to olivia, and her hand holds my face in place, my hand doing the same to hers. we both smile widely, and the camera flashes.

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