Olivia's P.O.V
"What do you want then?" Joseph asked quietly as he walked in front of me, leading me into the well lit room.
"I was thinking about a certain date," i whispered, still unsure of what i was going to do next. "11/9/01."
"Alright, sit down babe," He sat next to me on a small stool. "Black?"
"Yeah, can you put some initials right next to it please?" I asked as i pulled my sleeve up, showing him the place where i wanted those numbers to be printed on me forever.
"Sure, what are the initials?"
"I need Harrys initials, just H.S."
"You're still thinking about him babe?" He lifted his eyebrows, still looking down. "He's gone."
"I still believe he's coming back, he said he would." I whispered.
"Baby, that was 4 years ago."
"I still have fait in him."
"What if he forgot about you?" He chuckled lightly.
"Fuck you joe." I scowled at the teenage boy that i had learnt to hate and love at the same time.
"You know you cause this to yourself right?"
"No i don't. He told me he was coming back and i trust him." I leaned my head back into the small chair and looked up.
"It's gunna hurt a lot, ok?" He chewed loudly onto his gum and looked up at me.
"Not as much as him not being here."
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"Oli!?" I heard my mothers squeaky voice calling from the bottom of the staircase.
"Yes?" I screamed loudly.
"Jess is here to visit."
I groaned and hid myself under my covers.
Jess was probably the most annoying person ever. I couldnt stand him but appreantly he was "the oldest son of the richest man in the U.S" so my mom was Demanding me to stay with him and make the relationship last. Basically keep the money that would then be mine after we got married.
I never understood my mom, we were rich, we owned the products Apple and Gucci. Yet, she always wanted more, she was never satisfied.
I quickly stood up and grabbed my phone sliding it into my back pocket.
I walked slowly down the marble staircase, my bare feet squirming at the cold feel of the floor.
"Hey babe." Jess smiled towards me as he grabbed my waist and gave me a soft quick kiss.
"Um, hey." I fake smiled and started walking back towards my room, him trailing closely behind me.
"Remember, don't do anything i wouldn't do." My mom shouted our way, i sighed deeply and rolled my eyes.
Of course she would say that, she told me she wants babies already. Im barley 19. My mom is such a gold digger it gets on my nerves.
"So its Jenna's 16th this Saturday, are you coming?" Jess spoke softly as he took a seat on my furry white couch.
"Yeah, its going to be at your house right?"
"Yeah, just wanted to make sure because theres going to be a LOT of people going." He typed rapidly onto his phone without looking up towards me.
"So, hows Kayla?" I asked quietly.
"Shes better, that dickhead tried to contact her again but i took her phone away before he could tell her anything else."
Kayla was Jess' younger sister. She had recently been in a 2 year long relationship that everyone thought was going to be steady and keep on going.
Until one night the guy came into her room and stole basically everything he could.
No one really knew who it could be but they soon realized the only person able to access the house apart from their family and me, was him.
They searched his house and found loads of jewelry and what-not.
I never did meet him. Ive been pictures of him and he did not look like the kind of stealing or anything of the kind.
He actually looked like a really good guy. I always found him attractive. His curly brown locks and emeralds of eyes always captivated me.
I heard he sings, very well. Which always caught my attention.
His arms are full of ink, tattoos that not even he can explain.
I want to learn about him. See the reason why he would do such thing. Learn about every single one of his tattoos. That cant happen thought, he's a thief. An adorable green eyed ink-full thief.
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I need to go take a shit so imma make this short. Thanks for reading the first chapter! Hope you guys like it so far ((: kay i needa go now.
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