CHAPTER THIRTEEN
olive and calum sit down on the lovely chairs in the upstairs area of a cute cafe, couples everywhere, and waiters wearing bowler hats.
"you know what , i heard brooklyn beckham works in a french cafe in london!" olive says, taking her phone out and putting it on the table. calum scoffs. "you're not obsessed with him ,are you? because if you are i would have to leave."
olive pouts as she pokes her head from under the menu. "why? because you might want to start putting your jumper on if you're going to go outside."
calum rolls his eyes , and stands up. "alright, then. i'll just go back to australia" calum was just being cheeky, but if you have ever been put in that situation it is very funny to see what the other person does, so he slowly walks towards the stairs.
after about only four seconds, he could hear the little tapping of olive's trainers on the floor. "hey don't do that!" she says lightly grabbing his arm. he turns around chuckling, and kisses olive on the lips, reassuring her that he wasn't going to leave.
that was the first photo.
they go back to their table just in time to catch the waiter's attention. "hello, sir , madame, what can i get you today?" he says in a very posh accent.
calum speaks before olive has the chance. "just a giant chocolate milk shake please. two straws." he winks at olive.
olive giggles, and puts her hands over her face. when she peaked out, the waiter had left and calum was making a face.
the second photo.
calum grabs his phone, taking a picture and setting it as his wallpaper. "calummmmm! don't you dare " olive says , laughing.
"baby girl, nobody is going to see it but me. " he turns off his phone after ignoring a call from his management. "anyway, i never want to forget this moment. " calum shifts in his seat, pulling up his hood (no pun intended) while looking around and placing a hand over olive's.
olive blushes "i love you"
"i love you too, olly " the third photo.
just as the waiter came with their milk shake, olive received a text.
unknown number : you better watch out , olive. if you keep on going at this rate i could make a whole scrapbook.
-unedited
