Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

We Aren't No Montagues or Capulets

"I bet that you look good on the dance floor, I don't know if you’re looking for romance or I don't know what you're looking for. We aren't no Montague’s or Capulet’s."

                                                   I Bet That You look good on the Dance Floor: Arctic Monkeys

 Loud

 Loud

 Loud

 That was the only word to describe the next morning and the following one as well. The Tomlinson clan was loud, loud, loud. And Olivia had had enough enough enough.

"I'm leaving! Don't come looking for me!" she yelled into the house full of people. All at once all conversation stopped and all eyes moved to her.

 "What?" Harry asked from his position on the couch. He had one of the twins in his lap and was talking to Lottie about school.

 "I said," she repeated. "I'm going out for a bit."

 "I'll come with,' he said nonchalantly. He picked Daisy off his lap and hugged Charlotte. The others were still looking at the two of them. Olivia thought it was because they assumed she was going to have another breakdown.

 She sighed and rubbed her temples with her fingers, “I should've just left without saying goodbye," she muttered.

 "Now where's the fun in that?" Harry chirped, slipping on his shoes. "C'mon, let's go!" he said like Dora the Explorer.

Wait, did they even have that here?

She rolled her eyes with a slight smile and walked out the door, holding Harry's hand in hers. "I'm going to be a bit of a bitch today, hate to warn you."

"I know," he answered easily, interlocking their fingers. 

 Even though Olivia swore that she hated being treated like a child and she hated being looked after and she hated being watched and protected by these two boys with all of their being, it was nice to know someone could read her like an open book without her having to explain everything. It made it much simpler.

"How did you know?" she asked him. He looked over at her with his brows furrowed. "That I would be like this?" she explained further.

"I just did. Gem was the same way. Embarrassed and scared. So to protect herself she was mean to everyone else. Pretended like nothing had happened and kept moving forward."

"Oh."

"You're not special in that aspect, Vie," he continued, moving down the sidewalk. “Everyone who has it acts the same in some instances."

They didn't say much after that. She let him guide their way through the streets. Surprisingly there wasn't one pap or one fan in sight. It was quite eerie to be honest.

"Where is everyone?" she breathed, looking around and preparing herself for cameras and autographs.

"I have no fucking clue," Harry said in awe, doing the same as she, "but I like it."

Olivia enjoyed the silence after that. She was one for silence, not talking, which sometimes made it difficult for her to be with Louis. That was also one of the reasons she had to leave the flat. It was too loud.

"You know what?" she said suddenly, with a bit of a smile on her face. "I’m going to tell you about my childhood."

Harry almost stopped walking.