sugar ; robert sheehan [ COMPLETED ]

fifteen.

r e a l i t y
olivia's pov xx

My breath was being held back as I walked towards the bundle of chairs where I was gonna pick Robert up at. It was about 7:00 pm and his plane lands at 7:30 pm. I felt like I was hyperventilating. Everything was so—surreal?

I was sitting at an airport waiting for my best friend who was my idol a couple months ago. I bounced my leg up and down, and watched the minutes go by. 7:01, 7:01, 7:03, 7:04, 7:05 all the way to 7:29.

I gripped the handle of the seat I was sitting in once I started seeing people flock into the airport doors and grabbing their bags from the rolly thing. I'd never been to an airport before.

And finally, I seen a tall man with dark, curly locks fly through the door, looking around frantically. It was really him. I felt tears swell up in my eye. I'd gotten used to him over the internet but to see him in real life, in the flesh. It put me in a state of shock. I stood up, walking quickly towards him, people bumping shoulders with me.

"Robert." I said, but not too loud as I seen a baby. "Robert!" I exclaimed for him to hear. He swung around from where he was looking and we locked eyes. "Olivia." I seen him say. "Oh my fucking god!" I heard him shout. I seen him start to push past people, and keep eye contact with me. He took off his backpack and picked me up, "OLIVIIAAAA!" He hugged me tightly.

I started sobbing of happiness and held onto him. "Robert fucking Sheehan." I muttered. And it was great. My best friend, my idol, my boy. "Olivia fucking Jacks."

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a/n: youre welcome