(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL + NUDITY CONTENT ⚠)
* O L I V I A ' S P O V *
"You and I, we don't wanna be like them...."
It was another after-raceday Monday. That's what I liked to call them. I got calls this morning about the bakery. We'd decided on moving locations instead of renovating was a good idea. It moved to a much larger area in Oxford where the prediction stats said we'd be able to get triple of our customers.
But also which meant we'd lose some of our usual and local customers - we'd miss them, they'd miss us. It was a good descision for me - Oscar's house was in Oxford, and we were certainly planning on me moving in. It was safer, he decided.
As per usual I'd shut myself up in the hotel bathroom to do my usual morning routine. I didn't want Oscar to wake up due to my horrible singing, and the hotel doors usually were soundproof.
I was absolutely screaming when I was still a reckless teenager when I could hit Zayn's high note. All those extra singing classes at school had paid off, and my voice was better than it was before I took the classes.
I did, unfortunately, post a video of me hitting the high note straight onto social media and took it down straight after because I was too 'insecure' at that time with my voice - I was just scared.
I got out of the shower, music still blasting out loud from my phone. It wasn't a myth that I had an immediate soft spot for the band, everyone knew that. I'd also start crying whenever 'History' came on.
I let my hair sit out for a while and took out my skincare stuff. The party started at 16:00, and since me and Oscar decided to stay in bed for literally half the day, it was 14:36 and I had less than two hours to pick an outfit and get ready.
I was a sucker for parties, if I was being honest. First time I ever went to an actual club I got drunk, nearly fucked someone in the toilets and kissed a girl. I left there looking like a drunk zombie and ordered an Uber.
After applying on suncream - I looked so fucking pale - I jumped straight to drying my hair in sections. From top to bottom, of course. I was surprised Oscar wasn't even jolted awake by the anount of noise I was making in the toilet to get ready. 14:52 was the time I'd finished drying my hair. I searched for the straightener.
"Up this early?" I heard a groan behind me, as I turned around. Oscar. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was completely shirtless, as always. I sighed.
"It's currently 15:01, Oscar, it's not early," I said. He grumbled groggily, muttering something about breakfast rolls before getting into the shower and hanging his towel on the racks by the shower.
"I'm gonna do something called a body shower," He said, calling out over the loud rushing sounds of the water. "I'm not going to waste too much time on my hair unlike you."
"Shut up! I take ages because I've got long hair than yours," I applied some foundation before heading outside to grab an outfit to wear. After picking out a suitable outfit I went back in to do my makeup. Not too much, just a bit of lip gloss.
"You look beautiful, god," Oscar yelled over the noise of the water running, as he'd pulled the shower curtains aside and his head stuck out. I laughed.
"Go shower quickly! I don't want to see you naked," I shouted back. "Do they have lockers?"
"Just checked like a few minutes ago before my shower, they've got these small square shaped lockers for you to put your stuff in," He said, and I heard his struggle to squeeze the shampoo bottle. "Bring a bag and stuff whatever things you can find and bring your phone with you."
