Oh no, he's going to kill me.

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A/N - Sorry if I forget to put the I's in capital or mess up with puncuation!

HOLLIE'S POV;;

I woke up to the sound of a snoring Oli. A very annoying snoring Oli, I clicked on my phone which said '03:15'. Ergh, I just want to sleep. Fuck this. I slowely got up and moved Oli's arms that were around my waist off me and put the quilt back over him. I took the extra blanket ontop of our quilt downstairs with me, it was more like another quilt heavy and warm. I threw myself onto the chair and put the blanket over me making myself comfortable. As soon as ever I was asleep again.

 OLI'S POV;

I woke up and stretched out my arms, wait, arent my arms around Hollie? I shot up from my pillow and looked around the room. I looked in the bathroom and the spare room. No where to be seen.

"Maybe she's downstairs?" I said to myself and ran downstairs into the living room, I pushed the door open and saw my delicate princess lieing on the coach asleep. Thank fuck, I thought she had gone. I walked over to her and sat at the side of the coach, stroking her hair. She scrunched up her nose and opened her eyes slightly.

"Good morning beautiful" I said and kissed her forhead. She smiled and rubbed her eyes.

"Morning." She said back to me, She looked adorable and really sleepy. I moved her hair away from her face and looked into her eyes.

"What?" She said looking confused.

"You're just, so beautiful." I said smiling, she grinned and kissed me. 

"What's the time?" She said streching out her arms. I picked up my phone and looked at the front screen.

"8:45, why?" She moved the blanket off her body and stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and yawned.

"I need to get to work, my boss is gonna kill me"

I laughed. "Well, you better get ready then" She unwrapped her arms and ran upstairs. I walked into the kitchen and put 4 pieces of toast into the toaster.

HOLLIE'S POV;;

I ran into our bedroom and walked over to the wardrobe. I picked out a long sweater, blue jeans, a grey beanie with brown lace up boots and a beige scarf. I put on a tinted foundation with loreal black mascara and red lipstick. It was the last days of november and it was getting extremely ice cold, I laced up my boots and ran downstairs.

(A/N - That could be the outfit ----->)

I wasnt a singer like Oli. I had my own job, I worked as a tattoo artist and i also modeled, I loved my job, I didnt really mind modeling I just didnt like doing bikini or as I say it 'boobs out' shoots. But I loved tattooing, I loved drawing since I was young but I always wanted to be a vet my mom always said I was good with animals but when I got my first tattoo at the bottom of my stomach I guess I just fell in love with tattooing. 

"Someone's looking cosy." Oli said while laughing, he passed me a cup of tea and 2 pieces of toast, Oli's teas were amazing at this time in the month.

"Well, it is cold and thanks." I sat down on the coach and looked through my twitter feed on my phone.

"Do you need a lift babe?"

"No thanks, I'll drive there because I'm going over to Austins after." I said while taking a sip from the tea. 

"Okay, well I might invite the boys round tonight? Thats if your okay with it?" Oli bent down to you and did his cute little puppy dog face.

I laughed. "Of course it is, you dont need to ask me!" I stood up and so did Oli. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest. 

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