-Olivia's POV-
At the moment I'm sitting on a really nice bed in a hotel Harry rented for the night. I'm not really sure what to think. I love Harry with all my heart, but running away from my life? Is that really a reasonable thing to do? What about my friends? I would miss them so much. How could we just disappear? It seems impossible.
"Hey Love, I got us some dinner." Harry smiles holding up a fast-food bag.
He notices me creasing my eyebrows.
"What's wrong?" He tilts my head up with is finger.
"Harry... Do you even realize how weird this is?"
"What do you mean?" He says.
"Like... We can't do this; I can't do this."
"Baby-" Harry starts.
"No Harry, I can't. Did you ever once think about me? About how hard I worked to get to where I am? I'm happy with my life."
"But-"
"Harry! There's nothing left for you to say. I love you, Harry. I don't want to leave you, but I can't give up my life just because you're going through a rough patch."
I walk to the door, and Harry gently takes ahold of my wrist.
"You're not leaving."
"Excuse me?" I say bitterly.
"You're not leaving me, Olivia." Harry says, his voice chillingly deep.
I laugh nervously.
"Harry... What are you talking about, your kind of creeping me out." I say, trying to free my wrist from his tight grip.
He doesn't let go though.
A/N:
Someone hacked me earlier, and said I was dead. That's such a sick joke.
On a brighter note, I'm backkkk(:
Sorry for not updating in like forever, sorry it's short, I have school tomorrow. -.-
ily guys! ♡
