the traveller // louis tomlinson

chapter eighteen // high hopes.

Olivia's POV

I'm not being helpful at all as Tea tries to pack up all our things. My eyes are too busy glued to the door, waiting for Harry to appear. The show's been over for a few minutes, so it shouldn't be long now.

I had begged Stuart - our tour manager - to let us stay for the rest of the night and meet back up with them tomorrow, but he wouldn't even listen. He simply told me that 'work always comes before relationships, sorry kid', as he's told me that a million times before.

Ed plops down on the couch, dripping with sweat as he always is after a performance.

"You two are seriously the most useless human beings on Earth!" Tea shouts at us, throwing a water bottle directly at me. I have to duck to avoid receiving a black eye.

I'm about to open my mouth to make up some stupid excuse when the backstage door opens and my eyes land on that curly-haired little idiot that I love so much.

Harry races over to me, ignoring everyone else in the room. He picks me up and swings me around as if I weighed nothing.

"You were brilliant, amazing, wonderful," He whispers in my ear as I grip him in the tightest hug I can manage.

I can't help but to let out an embarrassed laugh, still unable to accept compliments like a normal person. I look up and smile at Harry, my cheeks burning. I still can't believe I'm here with him, finally, and it's already almost time to separate once again.

My eyes leave Harry's for a millimeter of a second to glance at the other's. Tea - no longer throwing a fit - is sitting beside the other boys, laughing and joking around. I also see Mia and Ed, talking quietly to one another in the other corner. She gives him a hug, which looks rather uncomfortable from both ends. I just smile at her; she's really charming, that's for sure.

"Can't we do shows in the same town every night?" I pout, returning my gaze to Harry.

He pouts in return before bending down to give me a passionate kiss on the lips. I can feel the urgency in them as they move against mine. Having a limit on the time we have together has been much more difficult than I could have ever imagined. Even my regular phone calls to the other girlfriends doesn't set my mind to rest.

"Only a few more months until I have a break. Then we can make up for all the lost time," He tells me quietly, gripping me closely to his body.

I curse Stuart yet again under my breath as I grip onto Harry's muscular arms. Sleeping in Harry's warm embrace last night was like a tease of what I've been missing. I'm not sure I'm going to last much longer without.

"I know you hate me Olivia, but start wrapping up your goodbyes. We need to be on the bus and out of here in ten minutes," Stuart approaches us, earning a death glare from me.

He quickly scurries away before I can try to fight him over it. Harry looks at me with an amused smirk.

"So feisty," He laughs, making my cheeks turn a pink as I playfully bump him with my hips.

But Stuart's words both sink into our minds. Ten more minutes until we're separated once again; ten more minutes until it's back to late night phone calls and irregular skype dates. Soon I'll be forced to keep track of him by his twitter and instagram.

I try to shake those thoughts out of my brain before I start to get too upset.

"Olives, I love you to the moon and back, you know that, right?" He whispers to me, reaching out with one of his hands to brush the bangs out of my face.

My smile beams from my face, stretching my cheeks until they hurt. Before his hand can escape from my face, I hold it in place on my cheek. His large hand nearly covers half my face, making me release a small chuckle.