A/N:
Omfg. I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in like forever. I've been having a super hard time with school. I even had to go to court the other day because of it. Hopefully you guys are still reading this <3
**HARRY'S POV**
I feel someone; Olivia probably; shaking me awake.
"What?" I groan.
"Your cell phone is ringing off the hook!" She rolls her eyes.
"Who was it?"
"Your mom."
"Why didn't you answer it?" I ask.
"I don't know, because it would have been really akward."
Just then my phone rings again.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Harry, what is this I hear about you being in the hospital! you don't even call me!"
"It wasn't a big deal mum," I say, hoping she lets it go.
"My baby was in the hospital, and you're saying its not a big deal!" My mum screams over the phone.
I hear Olivia chuckle quietly, and I glare at her.
"I'm okay though..." I say.
She sighs over the phone, "Just tell me next time, okay?"
"Alright mum, I love you. I'll talk to you later." I say hanging up the phone.
Just as I'm about to kiss Olivia goodmorning, my phone rings again.
**OLIVIA'S POV**
When Harry's phone rings for the second time, he gets out of bed and answers it as he's walking out of my room.
I furrow my eyebrows, wondering why he wouldn't just answer it in front of me.
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"Olivia, wait here." Harry says.
After Harry came back from talking on the phone, he said he had to go see management.
So now I'm waiting in the lobby for Harry.
I'm only waiting for five minutes when the door opens, Harry looking really mad.
He gently, but forcefully grabs my wrist.
Harry drags me through the parking lot, to his car. I'm still trying to collect my thoughts when he opens the door for me to get in.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" He says impatiently.
"Why are we leaving so soon? What happened?" I ask confused.
"We'll talk about it in the car." He says, while I climb into his Range Rover.
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We start driving, and I'm waiting for Harry to explain.
"Would..." Harry starts furrowing his eyebrows.
"Would you... ever run away with me if I asked you?" He asks softly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Just... Would you?" He asks again.
"If you really needed me to run away with you... I would do it."
"Then... Will you run away with me?"
"Harry-" I start, ready to tell him he's lost his fucking mind.
"We could get away from everything! From the paps, the lies, people criticizing everything we do. Oliva I know that the things that people say hurt your feelings, even though you don't show it. Fame has fucked both our lives over. So I'm going to ask you again, Will you run away with me?"
A/N:
Hmm...
It's short but I really wanted to update asap...
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