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changes - nine

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i watch as olivia and louis go onto the stage as people clap. "he's stealing your bitch," julien jokes next to me. "shut up," i slightly smile at his joke.

"just stop your crying, it's the sign of the times," olivia sings, eyes closed as she holds onto the microphone that was on the stand. i look at louis as he plays the piano beside her, trying not to roll my eyes as he keeps his eyes on olivia, trying too hard to catch her gaze.

eventually, olivia does look at him. he smiles at her, and she smiles back, before looking away and singing.

i lock eyes with olivia as she sings the chorus, and we both smile. she lifts her fingers up from the microphone, giving me a small wave when she wiggles her fingers. i smile wider, and she looks away, continuing to sing.

i wrap my arms around olivia as she hugs me tight. "you did so amazing!" i smile, "you didn't seem nervous at all!" "i was nervous at the start," olivia says, pulling away. i give her a quick peck, "you were perfect." olivia smiles, glancing at my lips, "thank you, y/n." we smile at each other, before looking away as i hear louis call olivia's name.

i watch as he walks up to her. "you were really good," he smiles at her. "you too," olivia responds, "thanks for playing the piano with me." 

i knock on olivia's door, and it opens. i smile, and olivia gasps, looking at the flowers. "these are for you," i chuckle, wrapping my arms around olivia as she hugs me tight. "oh my god!" she squeals. "can't let you perform and not get flowers," i smile as she lets go. olivia takes them, smelling them. "god, i love them smell of flowers," she says, tilting the flowers and placing it in front of my my nose, "smell it, y/n!" i laugh, smelling the flowers, "they smell great." "thank you," she says, leaning forward and placing her arm around my neck and kissing me.

i sit on olivia's kitchen stool as she gets out a vase. "make sure you cut the stems of them before you put them in," i tell her. "why?" she asks. "because the ends dry out," i say, "if you cut them, they'll last longer." "smart," she smiles.

i watch as olivia places the individual flowers into the vase. "how's it look?" she asks, looking at me. "looks great," i answer. "i've never gotten flowers before," she says, "well... apart from my friends and family. no one who i'm talking to." "you've talked to other people?" i ask. "no," olivia laughs, "that's what i'm saying." "oh, sorry," i chuckle. "no, you're cute- uh, sorry. i meant to say you're good, but i was thinking that you're cute," olivia laughs, "but no... you're good, but you're also cute." "thank you," i smile. olivia looks at me, smiling too before looking at the flowers as she cuts the bottom of the stem off. 

i look at the entrance of the kitchen as olivia's mom walks in. "hi, jenn," i smile. "hi, y/n," she smiles, "how was school today, girls?" "school was good," olivia responds. "who got the flowers?" jenn asks, sitting beside me on the other stool. "y/n did," olivia grins at her mom. i chuckle, looking at jenn as she smiles at me. "olivia performed today at the assembly," i explain, "figured i'd get her flowers." "that's really cute, y/n," jennifer says, "how did the performance go?" "really well," i answer for olivia, "she didn't miss a note." "sounds like olivia," jennifer says. 

i follow olivia up to her room as she holds the flowers. she opens her room, and i look around before i watch her place the flowers on her bedside table. she spins around, wrapping her arms around my neck as she smiles. "i feel like i'm on cloud nine right now," she says. "i think you are," i smile as olivia wraps her legs around my waist. i hold olivia's waist, and she takes a hand off and placing it on top of mine. 

she moves my hand to her ass, and we both smile at the same time. i move my other hand to her ass, and i sit at the end of her bed. olivia laughs as i give her a light squeeze, before she sits on my lap, arms still around my neck. "how are you?" she asks. "doing better," i respond, making her smile, "how about you, love?" 

olivia squeals, and i laugh, wrapping my arms around her as she digs her head into my neck. "i'm on cloud a thousand now," she says, placing her hand on the side of my neck. "that's good," i whisper as she starts to kiss the side of my neck. i tilt my head to the side, eyes closed.

i rub my arms on olivia's back as she starts to suck on my neck, rubbing her thumb on my jaw. she pulls away after a minute, and i look at her as she smiles at my neck. "is it bad?" i ask. "it's good," olivia giggles. i chuckle, pulling down olivia's sweatshirt neck and seeing the multiple hickeys that were covered by it. i look back up at olivia, closing my eyes as she kisses me.

olivia and i walk out of the car park, towards the school. "have you written any songs about me?" i ask. "that's so random," olivia tells me, laughing. "i was just thinking about it," i smile. "well, yes," olivia smiles, "a lot, actually." "really?" i ask, "can i see them?" "no," olivia laughs. "why not?" "because..." "unless the guitar song was actually about me and the rest are like that," i joke. "shut up, y/n," olivia laughs, "you know it wasn't about you!" "i don't know, liv," i smile teasingly. olivia stops in front of me, "yes you do know! come on, y/n. you know the song wasn't about you." "mmmm," i hum indecisively, "promise me one more time?" "i promise you on my life," olivia tells me, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me. "okay," i smile, hugging her tight.

olivia holds my hand as we walk into school. i haven't asked olivia out yet, it's been a few months. "hey, i think we're having thanksgiving dinner together," olivia says, "tomorrow. obviously, because it's thanksgiving then." "yeah, my dad told me yesterday," i say. "why didn't you tell me?" olivia asks, chuckling, "my mom only told me this morning." "because i thought you knew," i smile. "well now i do," liv says. 

thanksgiving
i open the door, smiling at olivia's family. i hug her parents, smiling at olivia. "happy thanksgiving, y/n," olivia says, pulling me in for a tight hug. "happy thanksgiving, love," i respond, hearing her giggle as i wrap my arms around her waist.

i sit beside olivia, looking at the empt seat on the table. the table would be full this thanksgiving. i feel olivia's hand on my thigh. i look at her, and she gives me a smile, like she knew what i was thinking.

olivia keeps her hand on my thigh for the dinner as she eats with her dominant hand. i place my hand on top of hers, listening to dad talk to olivia's parents. 

"so, y/n, what colleges did you apply for?" "i applied for a few," i say, "i've got a few scholarships for some colleges because of football." "seriously?" olivia asks, smiling. "yeah," i smile. "what colleges?" chris asks, "that's great, y/n!" "uh... usc, ucla, cal state," i list, "a few others, but i'm not really sure who to pick." "that's so cool," olivia giggles. "yeah," i smile, "a lot of people said that college sports in general are a lot different and harder, but i applied for other colleges. some of them were ivy's, but i'm not sure if i'm gonna get in them." "oh, if anything, it'd be you," olivia says, looking at her parents, "y/n works really hard, not just in football. she gets the highest mark in every test, i think she's gonna get valedictorian!" i chuckle, and olivia looks at me, "i think you'll get into an ivy league, y/n."

"how are you feeling?" olivia asks as she sits on my bed as i lay down, looking at her. "uh... i'm feeling really weird," i say, "i hate how she's not here for thanksgiving, but i'm thankful i got to have her as my mom." i see olivia tearing up. "don't cry," i manage to smile, "because then i'll cry." "i'm not crying," olivia scoffs as she lies, "just look away for a sec."

i smile, closing my eyes. she sniffles, before saying, "okay, you can open." i open my eyes, raising an eyebrow. "oh, come on!" olivia smiles, "don't judge me." "i'm not judging," i say, "i'm just... thankful you understand. thank you, olivia." "thank you for what? i'm just..." "being yourself," i finish for her, "thank you for being yourself." olivia gives a sad smile, "thank you for letting me be myself."