Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Olivia

"Is Olivia even a person? Is Olivia an emotion? Or is she a place? We don't know..." Harry when questioned abt Olivia. :)

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Oh I love you, I love you, I love, I love, I love Olivia.....

Olivia???? Olivia?!?! Who is this Olivia?! I wondered as I sat alone at the lounge room of the recording studio, listening to the pre-chorus of "Olivia" while the boys sang on harmoniously. You could hear their voices loud and clear from here. 

I listened to it closely, especially curious about Harry's solo. 

I live for you, I long for you, Olivia.... Woah, woah, who is this girl? What happened to I live for you, I long for you Y/N? 

I've been idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia... I felt so jealous instantly and was wondering what color Olivia's eyes are.

I live for you, I long for you, Olivia... Don't let me goooo.... don't let me goooo.... 

No matter how hard I tried to believe that Olivia's just a normal friend, this definitely wrecked all possibilities. I wouldn't mind as much if I didn't know that Harry's the one who co-wrote this song. 

It's hard to forget or ignore a fact that you know, even though I tried so hard to. Who IS this girl??? I was so jealous of her my heart felt so sour and horrible. 

I appreciate the fact that Harry has penned a couple of songs about me, but I'd rather be the only muse in Harry's life, thank you very much! 

Please believe me, don't you see the things you mean to me? Oh I love you, I love you, I love, I love, I love Olivia....

I prayed in my heart and crossed my fingers that this particular line wasn't written by Harry. Those 3 simple words are ample to confirm my theory about how Olivia isn't just a friend. 

I listened to the rest of the song painfully yet too curious to cover my ears to block out that (amazing and catchy, I've got to admit) music.

My mind wouldn't stop thinking and imagining how Olivia looks like. Olivia sounds like a pretty  name, which will probably fit its owner.... I thought sourly. 

Is Olivia blond, brunette, tall, short, curvy, with braces, glasses? The possibilities are endless and I unconsiously played Make a Doll in my head.

Harry's voice rang again. 

  When you go and I'm alone
You live in my imagination
The summertime and butterflies
All belong to your creation
I love you, that's all I do
I love you  

Oh wowwwwwww, I thought. That's ALL you do? Think about Olivia when you're kissing me? Think of her when you sleep?

Somehow that disturbs me, and I know I shouldn't take the lyrics personally and literally. But I guess you could say I was way too paranoid thinking about another girl in Harry's life.

Maybe Olivia's a fan? Maybe Harry's having an affair with her? But that doesn't make any sense because he wouldn't be singing it now, knowing full well that I'm here.

Unless...... This was his way to break up with me!!! He might want to hint me about this other woman in his life which reminds him of summertime and butterflies and.... 

I cringed a little, thinking about it. On the bright side, Olivia might be a fictitious name Harry used for me, for some reasons I don't know! So he loves me and lives for me after all!

Wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't even realize that the boys are on their break now as they filed out of the studio happily, Harry walking towards me with a huge smile.

"Hey babe!" he chirped, pulling me into him as he gave me a cute kiss on the lips. I kissed him back, a little distracted as I'm still thinking about the theories circulating Olivia.

"What were you doing?" Harry asked happily.

"Oh, nothing much. Just flipping through some magazines." I tried to reply as nonchalantly as possible.

He glanced at it, lying on the table flipped open to a page where I last stopped. It's a picture of a gorgeous floor length white dress along with dresses with other designs. 

He flashed me a cheeky smile before holding my waist and saying: "You'll look gorgeous in any of this, baby. Would you like to go shopping for some this weekend?"

I muttered, hinting him a little: "Oh, I won't be sure about that. Perhaps Olivia might rock it better than me."

"What?" Harry looked at me curiously.

I repeated what I said a bit louder. Harry laughed: "You mean, the Olivia in that song we sang just then?"

I nodded. "Yeah, the one you love, live and long for...." I tried to sound like I didn't care but I obviously had a sour edge to it.

Harry laughed at me. "Y/N, I'm pretty sure Olivia wouldn't beat you in that dress, not sure if she can even wear a dress...."

I ignored the last sentence: "Well, she sure beat me in winning your love...." I crossed my arms and looked to the side, not facing Harry, a bit indignant that he had just brushed it off so easily.

Harry laughed at my reaction, pulling me back to him gently. "Y/N, are you seriously jealous of a cat?"

I gasped and turned my gaze back to him. "What?! Olivia isn't a girl?"

Harry had to contain his laughter to answer my question. "No, Y/N! It's my house cat and yes, it's called Olivia."

I was about to ask Harry why in the world would he write a song about his cat, but I remembered Harry is weird and random, so that shouldn't surprise me. 

"Oh my gosh! I got worked up because of a cat!?" I buried my face in my hands and leaned on Harry's chest while he laughed, so I could feel the vibration of his chest.

"That's okay, I like the jealous side of you." Harry chuckled, ruffling my hair while I gently hit him with my fists, screaming at myself. 

All this for nothing.