All My Love

Chapter 76

Just as the bowl is in front of Olivia, she vomits, having Becca hold back her hair. I bring my fist up to my mouth, turning away to try and ignore the sound that bounces all the walls. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, bringing myself to think about something else at the moment but the more I hear her vomiting, the more I cringe. Usually it doesn't cause me to get sick but the sound is more prominent from the quiet flat. Little whispers leave Becca's lips and groans leave Olivia's.

"I need your help to get her to the bathroom." Becca says and I look back over my shoulder for a quick second before finally turning around to know the coast is clear of vomit. I glance at the blue plastic bowl I stole from some house party and swallow hard, keeping down my own insides. That's definitely getting thrown out. "Now Harry." Becca demands and I take a few steps to stand next to her as a slumped, unresponsive girl leans forward with eyes half way closed. She tries to speak but it comes out as muffled gibberish. Instead of letting Becca even lay a finger on her, I decide to throw the hundred pound girl over my shoulder once more and wait for Becca to get out of my way. I try as much as possible to hold my breath from the smell of a bad night on Olivia, something I'm not used to. She usually smells like some girly fruit perfume that I secretly like.

"What bathroom?" I ask, heading towards my room that's across the guest bathroom.

"Whichever." Her voice small behind me and I immediately kick my bedroom door open with my foot, twisting my body to switch on the ceiling light. I let Olivia fall onto my bed and Becca shoves me by the shoulder, scolding me at the way I let her act like a rag doll. "You could be a little more respectful, what if it was me?" I roll my eyes and face her the same time she crosses her arms with sass with a scrunch of her face.

"You aren't the one who is drugged, you know damn well I'd be flipping shit if you were."

"That's not the—nevermind." Becca rolls her eyes and bumps into my shoulder on purpose, making me suck in my lips to keep back a smirk from how hot she is with attitude. Olivia suddenly coughs, body bouncing up from the bed and my head snaps over to her groaning once again. I pick up her arms and pull her forward up from the bed and her head flops back and forth before laying chin to chest.

"Hey, Liv." I whisper, touching her warm cheek with the palm of my hand and trying to pick her head up. Her eyelids move from moving her eyes underneath them. "Olivia, it's me, Harry." I say a little louder, running my thumb across her cheekbone. I have to admit, I care for this girl, in a way. Knowing she's only seventeen is bloody weird but to me it's like now she's a little sister which is even weirder. Yeah I fucked her a few times but I'm honestly trying to put that fucking shit to the back of my mind. I don't want to think about it.

She's a sister I've never had. I grew up alone without any siblings. The closet I thing I got for a sibling would be my annoying ass cousins, well they're not so bad now, but goddamn they were little shits when we were kids. I feel bad for her. She's just as alone as I am. No siblings, barely any family, and shitty parents that only care for their jobs that seem to be more important than her. I remember feeling like that way every second of every day back in England. My mum was never home, constantly at work to support the two of us. She eventually got another job and that's when I felt the most depressed, unwanted, and alone. I knew she was working for us but I never saw her. She worked from sun up to sun down. I was not myself for a long ass time. Then Nessa came into my life. Everything switched. I was the one who was gone all day, but it's not like my mum wasn't happy or didn't like Nessa. She would encourage me to go out with her, even sleep over at her house. I think she liked the peace and quiet coming home at eight knowing that at five she'll be up once again.

I remember Olivia telling me that the only reason she went to England for school was because her parents forced her into it. They promised her a new car whenever she got back but just as she really expected, nothing was in the driveway besides newer cars for the two assholes who are supposed to be parents. She figures that they wanted to be child free for that amount of years to focus more on remodeling their home, progressing in careers, and being able to travel themselves without lugging a minor around.

"You can bring her in now." I hear Becca yell from my bathroom and I blink my eyes away from Olivia's lap from falling into thought. My eyes go up to Olivia's and I give one last gentle touch on her tan cheek which causes her to slowly bring her eyes to show. I perk up and smile before continuing and parting my lips.

"C-Can you hear me?" I ask and she squints her eyes as if she's in pain, trying to bring her arm up but isn't strong enough to. "No, don't move. Becca's going to put you in the bath to help you cool down and hopefully get less intoxicated." I say as clear as I can but the more I talked, the more her eyelids fall back down. I scoff in annoyance and wrap my arms around her lower back and bring her over my shoulder, bringing her to my—Becca. "She kind of woke up." I tell her and set her down gently on the toilet. "Do you want me to help you?"

"No, I'm fine." She tells me with no look over and I cautiously let go of Olivia's arm making sure Becca has her in her grip. I leave the bathroom door cracked and sit down on the side of my bed, running my hands through my hair as my elbows sit on my knees. I let out a sigh I didn't really know I was holding and sit up before looking over at the time on the cable box. It's almost twelve-thirty and I have an urge to call up my mum right now, surprisingly missing her like crazy.