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Hey guys, I hope you guys are enjoying the story. I've got a big disastrous plot ahead of this love.

Just to clear out: I don't update during the weekends, and I update two the three times a week. (maybe even more)

The story begins:

Olivia's P.O.V

I sat nearly over the edge of the water, seeing my reflection as the blues swayed back and fourth by the strength of the waterfall. The rushing sound of the water that splashed on a pile of rocks was the only one my ears seemed to cycle in there lobes. The swaying trees danced in the sunlight, there branches flapping like wings of a bird. The leaves rustled as the wind grew more forceful.

I had managed to quickly buy my boba and head over to our hideout, how I liked to refer it as. But there was no sign of him. It was 9:15, and Harry still wasn't here.

Where could he be?

I thought in my head, thinking that maybe it had all been a lie. I mean --we did just meet and having plans to hang out was oddly strange.

Harry was a person I didn't know, someone who intrigued me to fall deeper into a hole of darkness. He had secrets of his own, some that I was willing to acknowledge. Him and I had more in common than I expected, but I couldn't quite but my tongue on what it was that made us so  compatible.

I wanted to know more about him. Harry was a box full of secrets, like I. We had our own problems, getaways, and thoughts --time would tell and reveal all the hidden. For now, it was up to him to let me in his life.

I sighed, taking small sips of my drink, not wanting it to finish so soon. My eyes peered through the green trees ahead of me, remembering the words Xavier had expressed:

...it's best if we get married.

Harry was right, this was the most perfect place to think. And now I was pondering --pondering about this huge change that would happen between mine and Xavier's relationship. It wasn't a joke anymore, I couldn't hide from my emotions nor his.

I had to face reality.

He was good looking and all, but looks didn't matter at this point. To be honest, it never did. It was he's personality that was holding me down from not committing something stupid that could possibly hurt him.

I was nearly over the edge of death, trying to make the right decision. But how could I know which was best? My heart was telling me I was doing the wrong thing, but my brain was advising that I should just accept the fact that I was going to be his wife.

It was too late to ruin my relationship, mostly when my boyfriend called this 'love'. I was going to be his wife, and I needed to get use to the idea. My heart was never the one I followed, it was the brain. That was just how it was, because the heart was blind and weak.

Maybe it is best if I get married.

"Hey," my ears perceived a low somewhat soft voice call from inches behind me.

I turned my head slightly, seeing the tall mysterious yet saccharine boy, with a small grin. Hands were hidden in his back, as he walked closer to me, "Sorry I'm late"

I shook my head, centering my attention at the waterfall that seemed to have an abundant amount of water fall from it. The rushing sound made my shoulders relax, "I thought you weren't coming."

Harry made his way beside me, sitting down with his long legs crossed in front of him. "Make you pass through so much trouble, and not even show up?" He paused, giving a small chuckle. "I'm a jerk, but not that much."