Olivia

little black dress

How I imagine the dress that Olivia wears in this chapter. ^
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"Little black dress just walked into the room."

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•Harry's Point of view•

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The morning mist hits my face as I run around campus, and it reminds me of home. Ever morning I would wake up early and run. It made me feel free, like I matter.

My home life isn't all that great. My mum used to be very supportive, but then my Dad left her. She of course remarried to a guy named Robin. Here's the thing, he's abusive.

He especially liked to hit my Mum. I always tried to step in and help her, but it lead to me being hit.

That day he started to take things out on me. He now would never hit my Mum when he's angry. Only me. The fear my Mum has of being hit again made her turn her back on me. She hates me now.

I also have an older sister, Gemma. She left me alone when I turned 11. I still to this day know where she went. Or if she even is alive.

When I turned 16 I moved in with a Buddy of mine. His name is Nicholas, and he's the only one who had ever been there for me, so leaving him to go to college was really rough on me.

The other day when I was in class with Olivia, she asked me why I moved here so late in the semester. I want to tell her why just so I have someone to talk to, but I don't know if I can trust her yet.

There's something about Olivia that intrigues me, maybe it's her personality, or maybe it's just her sexy body. I'm not sure yet.

On my way to art class multiple girls stared at me. You could almost see the desperation oozing from their seductive smirks.

I politely smiled and waved at them. All of them except one all squealed and walked away. Olivia however simply smiled and waved back, she then left and followed the group of horny college girls.

I smiled to myself as I walked into my art class. Olivia is in the back setting up her art supplies. She brings her own easel everyday, whereas everyone else uses one provided by the class. On the back of the Easel it says 'With love Toby.'

Who's Toby?

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"Hey Olivia." I say taking a seat next to her.

"Oh hey." She says tucking a piece of brown hair behind her air.

"How've you been?" I ask.

"As good as I can be." She smiles. "How about you?" She adds.

"Pretty great." I smile.

"Cool cool." She smiles back.

An awkward silence falls all over us for about 15 minutes before randomly a question slips out of my mouth.

"Who's Toby?" I ask.

Her whole demeanor changes almost instantly. She looks over at me, and it looks like she's trying not to cry. She shakes her head, and raises her hand. The professor notices and slowly limps over to our table.