Olivia // H.S

Ghost Of You

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written in a while! I've had writers block and there has been a lot going on in my personal life :) I hope you enjoy the chapter, it will be shorter but this is just a filler chapter. Trust me the next one will be good ;) Things are just getting started

March 25th, 2015

Olivia's P.O.V

I look over Lou's shoulder to see Harry sitting in the makeup chair getting his hair done and I smile as his eyes glance up to meet mine through the mirror. We have gotten pretty close in the past month and a half which the fans have started to notice. But in interviews Harry makes sure to say we are just friends. I mean we are just friends and I'd never want to move too fast in any sort of relationship but god this man is perfect. 

Harry clears his throat and I notice he's now standing in front of me with a cheeky grin on his face, Lou was now working with Niall trying to get his hair into a quiff. 

"So were you admiring me back there or just taking a mental picture for later?", He teases and I feel my cheeks heat up knowing that they're probably red at this point. The cheeky bugger thinks he can read my mind, which he can't.

"I'm going to take that as a yes", He leans down so our eyes are at the same level and I nearly stop breathing. It's like he knows what he does to me and finds it amusing. 

He swiftly pokes my cheek and starts laughing. I roll my eyes but I keep quiet because I know that he's putting on an act today. This was the day Zayn was leaving, it's their last concert together and I can't even fathom what he's going through. 

I look down at my phone seeing that I got a missed call from my mum, "Hey Harry I'll be right back". He nods with a smile and I walk out of the dressing room into the hallway and make my way around the corner where no one was around. She never calls me yet here she is out of the blue. I hit the call button on my phone and bring it up to my ear.

"Hello?", I mumble as I hear the call click signaling that she picked up. I hear some whispering in the background that I can't really understand but a familiar voice suddenly rings out.

"Sweetie how are you? I haven't heard from you in ages?", My mum's voice sounds tired and strained. I haven't talked to her in a while but there's definitely a difference.

"I'm fine mum, why are you calling so randomly? You haven't texted or called in months even when I try to call...", I snap suddenly. I hate being frustrated at others but my mum has put no effort into being a parent ever since dad left.

"It's just...your dad...he passed away darling", I freeze as soon as the words leave her mouth. I never had a good relationship with him but how and why did he fucking die. It just doesn't make sense and if there is a God then bloody hell why is he doing this. 

My head starts to spin and I mumble goodbye to my mum and hang up as I stare at the wall opposite of me. He left me before and now he's gone for good. I already know the ghost of my dad is mocking me from wherever the fuck he is. This feels like a cruel joke and I don't know how I can process this.

I flinch when a hand gently touches my shoulder and I focus my vision to Zayn who is looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. I didn't realize that there were tears rolling down my cheeks until my vision started blurring. 

He gently wraps his arms around me without even saying anything and I just feel my body give up. I sob and I feel bad for getting his shirt wet but I can't stop, yet suddenly I feel Zayn remove his arms and another person wraps their arms around me.

I look up through my teary eyes and I see Harry with wide eyes and he holds me close as I try to calm down. He rubs my back as we sit in silence and I finally pull back to look at him. His eyes frantically search mine and he hesitantly cups my face. I close my eyes and breathe out shakily while opening my eyes to see those green eyes staring into mine.

"Olivia...are you okay?", Harry asks me and I glance away. 

"My...dad...he passed away", I mumble and I hear him gasp quietly and his breath hitches. I don't want him feeling bad for me because I don't even know how I'm feeling.

"Look Harry it's almost time for you to go on...don't worry about me", I say and he sighs before gently letting go of my face. 

"If you do need to have a moment for yourself and take a break from everything then you can stay in the dressing room if you'd like", He smiles at me and I nod my head putting on a smile for him. I'd hate to have him see me fully break down and I'm glad Zayn was there for the beginning. I don't want to leave Harry on his last concert with Zayn so I may watch from backstage.

He takes my hand and we walk down the corridor making our way to the stage entrance where Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall are waiting patiently. I step aside as Harry grabs his mic and wraps his arm around Zayn's shoulder sending him a sad smile.

They all laugh and mess around before the music starts playing which then the crowd starts screaming.

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I watch as the boys jog offstage all sweaty with big grins on their faces except Zayn who looks like he may breakdown any second. 

Harry flashes me a grin and I feel myself nearly swoon but that will have to wait. I look over at Zayn and motion for him to follow me. I don't know if he will but it's worth a shot, so I head off and open a door to the hall and walks towards the dressing room as I wait. 

A few moments later Zayn opens the door and his eyes are glossed over. I head over and wrap my arms around him right as he starts crying. The sounds of his sobs nearly tear me apart and I know him and I weren't that close but I can tell he's truly torn from this.

"I'm sorry", Zayn chokes out as he looks down at me. His eyes now red from crying and my heart breaks. He doesn't want to leave but it's for the best.

I shake my head, "Do not be sorry for having emotions Zayn. This situation must be really hard on you but trust me I know people will forgive you"

His shoulders slump over as he looks down at the ground while he pulls away. He shakes his head and quickly wipes his tears away as the others hurry into the dressing room. The other guys look at us quietly but soon go back to what they were doing. 

"Um Olivia do you think you could step out for a few while we change?", Liam clears his throat and smiles apologetically towards me.

I look away while my face burns red and I gently squeeze Zayn's hand as I head out and wait for the guys to finish.

My head can't seem to wrap around the events that have happened in the past few hours and it's really starting to hurt my brain. I jump a bit when Harry steps out and wraps his arm around me but I lean my head on his shoulder.

"I'm proud of you...you know that?", Harry looks down at me and I shrug with a small smile.

"Even with the events from today you still helped Zayn when he was having a rough time", He whispers and I nod. 

"I'd rather help people deal with their problems rather than deal with my own"

He nods and leans down before hesitantly pressing his lips against my temple and then pulls back so I am laying on his shoulder again. This is the second time he has kissed some part of my face and it makes my heart ache.

I can't fall for Harry Styles, not now. 

He feels like my own English Love Affair.