Olivia

Hey Angel

"Oh I wish I could be more like you
Do you wish you could be more like me?"
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My Christmas break finally rolled around, and it was time for me to pack my bag, and time for the long flight to LA.

In only a few long hours. I would be reunited with my family. My brothers got all got home a few days ago, and now it's my turn to go home.

This is my last day before I go, and I have one more class before my flight at 8:00 p.m.

I throw on a crop top, and a pair of overalls, which is not necessarily a winter outfit, but I already packed everything else into my suitcase.

I grab everything I need, and hurry to my class. The campus is basically empty due to it being the holiday season, most people have left to go see their family already. I've been alone in my dorm for a few days already, Kayla had to travel all the way to Australia to visit her family. They moved there after she left for college.

I open the doors to my art class, very few are here, but of course right in the back sat a very attractive Harry looking very content with whatever he was working on.

"Hi Harry." I say to him. He stops what he's doing, and looks up at me. He looks at me and starts stammering on his words, then clears his throat.

"H-hey Olivia." He stutters, barely even getting the works oast his lips.

"You okay?" I chuckle at him in slight concern. He nervously chuckles back at me and nods.

"You just scared me." He smiles at me.

"Sorry." I giggle and take my spot next to him. I look over at what he was working on, and I see a really good drawing.

"What are you working on there." I say and point over to his work.

"N-nothing." He stutters. Moving his hand over his drawing.

"You sure you're okay Harry you've been acting really weird." I ask him again slowly not trying to be pushy.

"I already said I was okay. Jeez Olivia stay out of it." He snaps and when looking at my slightly hurt expression immediately his eyes soften.

"Sorry." I say in a small voice.

"Shit. Olivia I'm sorry, m'just tired." He says touching my shoulder slightly. He sees that I don't say anything in return. It's not that I'm mad at him. I just don't want to say anything that might make him upset. He turns back to whatever he was doing, and it's like that for the next hour.

By the end of the class I finished what I was doing, since we didn't actually have any assignments today. I decided to just draw something random. To be honest I didn't even know what it was supposed to be. I guess it was just some random elf girl. I ended up really liking the finished product.

I put the drawing with the rest of my drawings in the folder where I keep all of my art. I put that in the bag. I pick up my phone and plug in my headphones. I click on my favorite album at the moment. I like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it by the 1975. They're my favorite band and probably always will be. No offense blink-182, I'll always love you too.