p-p-perfection (OLI X READER)

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im y/n.
i wasn't like the other girls.
i had a galaxy "OLI EH OH" bag, and converse.
i had multiple albums by Oli London.
i have multiple posters, yet my mother doesn't agree. she's just a jealous troll who didn't stream perfection.
my blonde hair dangled down my flat ass chest as i sighed, hearing my crackheaded mum walk in.
"Y/N YOU DUMB SLUT YOU FORGOT TO WATER THE DOGS" she yelled, she was horrible to me. she thinks oli is a joke.

she threw a brick at me
"OLI BLOCKED YOUR INSTAGRAM, HE HATES YOU"
i dipped, i felt my urban decay mascara drip down my clapped face.
"IM LEAVING" i yelled, throwing on my nearest olimin hoodie, converse and jeans. i forced my hair into a messy bun that looked like a Picasso painting and ran out, to somewhere far far away from my evil gremlin of an oli anti mother.