Heart Torment

05

Chapter's song is Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco... love ya'll!!❤

*Olivia's P.O.V*

He walks out looking perfectly perfect and clean. His bright blue hair being a complete and utter contrast to his dark suit and tie. His glasses completely clean like his teeth, and his hair slicked back with hair gel and a little bit of hairspray. He always tries to look nice when we go out, he always used to also. He would come and knock on my hotel door with a boquet of flowers or just a genuine smile plastered on his face before leaning in to kiss me gently yet passionately. But of course, with me being a sex craving seventeen year old, I couldn't have him until later on (if I was lucky).

To me, he looks amazing. Handsome. Hot. Just like the first time I ever met him in person. Compared to me, he looks like a king and I'm his servant. Why? Because he is utterly perfect and well... Matt. Woah, shut the fuck up. You're hormonal, and hate him. Stop being so attracted to the guy. The guy you left the day before you were meant to get married.

Alessia dug out one of her dresses for me and a matching pair of heels and bag. The dress is pink, just like a flamingo, and has white stripes across the waistband. It comes out at the bottom, just above my knees and my pink stilettos with tiny crystals down the back of the heels. My hair is pretty messy looking but in a way, kind of cute. Its curled and of course, blue.

"Good evening, Miss Smith. You look positively amazing tonight." Lloyd comes over and kisses my cheek before picking me up for a hug. Damn it feels great to be hugged by him again... stop- not it doesn't. Why is he kissing my cheek? He has Alessia. Fucking hell this is all getting too complicated.

"Why thank you very much." A blush of red appears on my rosey cheek bones, as I move away and place one hand in his hair. "You just look utterly handsome. Like you're mine again." You don't want him to be yours again,though. His arms wrap around my waist as I look up at him with kind and greedy eyes. Our faces slowly moving closer as our breathing gets much heavier. Don't...

"Mum, you look so pretty." April walks in seconds before me and Matt travel back into our memories, and before kiss once more. Thank god she stepped in.

"Thank you, honey. We'll see you soon, okay? I love you." You don't love her, stop lying. I nod my head into their living room where her babysitter is sat watching some movie or something.

"Should we ge-" He picks me up and kisses me before I could finish my sentence. My arms holding firmly around his neck and out lips moving in sync.  Shit, it feels so good. Why does it feel so good? It shouldnt be feeling this good!

"I think we should." He kisses me once more, this time softer. Fuck. "Come on you," Mr Lloyd leads me out of his home and into his car where we drive to an evening do that Dakota so kindly invited me to.

"Last time this happened we ended up creating April." I giggle once I've sat in the seat beside him and bite my lip. What are you doing, Smith?!

"If you didn't already have a new lil one inside you, maybe we'd try for another." He grabs hold of my hand and kisses it before starting to drive. Woah, did he just fucking-?

"Inviting me to bed, are we?" My voice goes high and causing Matt to let out a nervous laugh.

"Olivia, I still love you. And now that we've had some time apart and are both adults. I think it could work." He just continues to drive after saying so, feeeling utterly content with himself. Could it would though... maybe.

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"You should really cut back on the booze, especially as you're pregnant." What does he care? It's my body, not his. Matt chuckles softly as I take another gulp of my rosé wine. Jamie and Amelia sitting opposite us. James and I ignoring each other completely, and Mathew and Amelia making small talk now and then.

"I guess... are there any peanuts left?" I giggle looking in the empty bowl of appetizers, slightly drunk.

"We're at this party with amazing food and all you care about are the flipping peanuts. Oh how I love you." Stop saying you love me, I don't love you. He lifts my head and kisses me softly, just like he used to. My lips smiling into it like they used to and slightly deepening it. Jamie then kicking me in the shin. Crap. That hurt like fuck. The fucker.

"And your problem is?" I break away from Matt rather abruptly and look straight at Dornan. Matt's hand clinging onto mine and his thumb drawing tiny circles on it. Lloyd, stop. I'm gonna end up hurting you again.

"Have you forgetten that you left him because you didn't love him and that he has a girlfriend?" Jamie stands up and throws his tissue down on the table, scrumpled up. Amelia rolling her eyes at Jamie before grabbing her phone to most likely ask someone to come and collect her to get away from this petty argument.

"Have you forgotten that you had a wife when you slept with me and tried to make me yours?" I stand up, unfortunately not looking any taller than him even though I'm wearing Alessia's pink stilettos.

"Olivia, you're bleeding." Matt pulls on my hand whilst I let my anger out on douchebag Dornan. Not now, Matt. Woah what... bleeding?

"Oh, bull crap. I didn't kick her that hard." Jamie deffends himself about his violent attack.

"No, Olivia. You're bleeding. You're 19 weeks pregnant and you're bleeding...  w-we need to get you to hospital." Matt says to me as I look down and see blood flowing out like a waterfall. Fuck, no.

"Matt...what's happening?" I ask him scared, my entire body now shaking. Fuck.

"I don't know, but it will be okay." He grabs his phone and dials 911, and heads to leave to hear them on the other end of the line.

"No!... Don't leave me..." I splutter my words and pull on his suit jacket. Fuck.

"Okay baby...shh...I won't." He pulls me into a hug as someone answers the phone. "Take this please." He hands it to Dakota who is now standing behind him. "Put this around you, baby." He removes his blazer quickly and wraps it around my shoulders and picks me up, placing me into his arms bridal style. Fuck.

"She was just bleeding... you need to help her... don't shout at me... she needs help... her name is Olivia Smith... she's pregnant..."

"We need to operate now... I think she's..."