Olivia is a shy college student who spent years building walls around her heart to avoid heartbreak. Harry is a loud mouth who is determined to break down those walls that gaurd Olivia's heart
"You're insecure don't know what for You're turning heads when you walk through the door Don't need makeup, to cover up Being the way that you are is enough."
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I sit on my bed early inthe morning deciding what I'm going to do today. My first thought is the mall, but I decide against it because I'm practically broke from spending my money on my flight home.
Maybe I'll just stay at home and draw or something. I could always call Harry to chat with if I get bored. That sounds good.
I jog slowly downstairs, and grab a bowl. I decide if I want to eat cereal or a bowl of fruit.
The fattening cereal seems a lot better to me, but I kinda want to loose a little bit of weight.
I'm not fat. I know that, but when I loose weight I feel really good about myself, and a lot less guilty.
I grab the fruit and place it onto the cutting board. One by one I start to slice the fruit. I hear someone walking down the stairs which startles me, and the knife slips from cutting the fruit. I don't feel anything at first, but once I look down and see the blood I start to panic.
"Niall, dad's? Help!" I yell in a panicked voice. The cut is really bleeding, and it's gushing all over my fruit.
"What happened?" Niall exclaims when he saw the blood.
"You scared me when you started to walk down the stairs, and the knife slipped." I say trying not to cry because the pain has gotten worse.
"Oh shit," He says. "Um okay. Stay here I'll go wake up dad's."
Niall gives me a sympathetic look, then he bolts up the stairs to go get my dad's. I don't do anything until my dad's get down stairs with a shit ton of medical supplies.
"Oh my goodness sweetheart," My dad frantically runs over to me. "Ill save you!"
It all happened so quickly, both of my dad's came over to me with all sorts of medical tools. It was quite dramatic to be honest. It's only a small cut, and they were acting like I freaking sliced my finger off.
"Guys," I start to say. "I'm fine. Seriously don't worry about it."
"You're not fine. Look you're bleeding." My dad says, it looks like he's about to cry.
"I swear I'm fine. It's not a big deal." I sigh.
"We just don't want you to be hurt."
"I'm not hurt." I laugh a little about how worried they are.
