Olivia

Story of my life (part two)

"And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I been holdin' on too tight
With nothing in between."

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•Harry's pov

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I walk up the stairs hand and hand with Olivia, and I suddenly have a shortness of breath. I haven't talked about Robin or my mum for the longest time. I just put in in a trunk in my mind and I locked it up and threw away the key.

"I'm just gonna head to the bathroom." I tell Olivia, and I give her a quick kiss to the cheek. She nods and makes her way into her room.

I look at myself in the mirror, and instead of seeing my grown self. I see a scared little boy again hiding under the table from my stepdad.

I feel a tear on my cheek, but I quickly wipe it away. I can't let myself be sad at this anymore. I'm happy now, and he can't do anything to me. 

I head into Olivia's room to see her now clad in short pajama bottoms with hearts on them, and a black tank top. I look at her adoringly, and I give her a small kiss to the lips.

"Olivia," I say with a shaky voice. She looks at me with a smile on her face. "We need to talk."

A look of concern takes over her features. "It's nothing to worry about. You told me stuff from your past, and I think it's my turn to tell you a bit about my past now."

"Oh," she smiles, "Okay."

We both take a seat on the bed, her head was in the crook of my neck and my arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Basically when I was little my mom and dad got a divorce. I didn't really know the difference so I was okay." I start to explain.

"My mom re married when I was about seven to a guy named Robin. He seemed like a nice guy, but quickly he became abusive to my mother. I started to stick up for my mum, and instead of my mother I was now the one being abused. The thing is after that my mom started to be abusive to me too. Robin would tell her to hit me or else. Gemma my older sister left as soon as she turned 18. She left me alone to get hit every night. I left though to live with an uncle up until college.."

I took a deep breath and looked down at Olivia. Her face was red and blotchy and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. "Woah. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just I'm so sorry that happened to you. You're literally the sweetest person I know, and you don't deserve that." She continues to cry.

"Hey," I wipe off her tears, "there's no need to apologise it's not your fault."

"I know." She sniffles.

"It's over now baby. I'm okay." I cuddle into her.

"I'm a bit sleepy, but I don't think I can sleep." She yawns.

"Why can't you sleep?" I ask her curiously.

"I'm just so happy you're here," she smiles, "and I'm sure you have to leave soon."

"I technically do. For school, but aren't you coming back too?" I ask her suddenly worried.

"Well honestly," she starts, "I really wasn't, but now I don't know."

"Don't move because of me." I say just in case that's what she was getting at.

"Well I'm so stuck in life. I don't know what I want to do, and I'm scared. I love music and art, but I don't think I'm good enough to pursue it."