Trust Issues
Should I answer?
Harry's POV:
Everybody went to the airport to drop off Olivia. I didn't go, seeing her physically walk out of my life would hurt way too much. I must of called her a million times. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could possibly do to try and win her back. But, she didn't answer. Losing her was like someone ripping a huge piece of my heart and throwing it into the ocean so I would never find it. I never cried over a girl before. Olivia was the first. She was the one girl that I thought might actually be the one. I loved everything about her. Every morning when I would wake up, I would look forward to see her face. And it hurts to know that I'll never get to anymore.
Olivia POV:
Harry called me so much on the plane, the flight attended ask me to shut off my phone. Why was he calling me? He doesn't care about me. As much as I was trying to forget about Harry, I kept thinking about him. I still loved him. But he really hurt me. Bad. I opened the door and went inside. I listened to all the voice messages and read the texts he sent me. 42 missed calls. 19 voicemails and 25 text messages. All of texts and voicemails all included "I'm sorry" and "please forgive me", "I can't live without you", "I love you". He sounded really hurt. I paced back and forth around the room. Should I call him? No. He'll just think I'll forgive him for anything he does wrong. Half of me wanted to call him and give him another chance. He said he was drunk when it all happened. But another part of me wanted to just forget about him and start a new life, single.
I went to lay down and drifted off to sleep thinking about what should I do.
Harry's POV:
I was really depressed. I stayed in the hotel room all day, trying to contact Olivia. I looked at old pictures of us. Even if she answered the phone would make me happy. I felt like Olivia took my heart and tore it up into million pieces, not caring where the pieces flew in the wind.
Olivia POV:
My heart was telling me to call Harry and talk to him. I honestly didn't want to. Why did he have to go and sleep with that girl? Everything was picture perfect and he had to mess it up. Still laying in bed, recovering from waking up, my phone rung. It was Harry. My hands became sweaty. Should I answer?
Everybody went to the airport to drop off Olivia. I didn't go, seeing her physically walk out of my life would hurt way too much. I must of called her a million times. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could possibly do to try and win her back. But, she didn't answer. Losing her was like someone ripping a huge piece of my heart and throwing it into the ocean so I would never find it. I never cried over a girl before. Olivia was the first. She was the one girl that I thought might actually be the one. I loved everything about her. Every morning when I would wake up, I would look forward to see her face. And it hurts to know that I'll never get to anymore.
Olivia POV:
Harry called me so much on the plane, the flight attended ask me to shut off my phone. Why was he calling me? He doesn't care about me. As much as I was trying to forget about Harry, I kept thinking about him. I still loved him. But he really hurt me. Bad. I opened the door and went inside. I listened to all the voice messages and read the texts he sent me. 42 missed calls. 19 voicemails and 25 text messages. All of texts and voicemails all included "I'm sorry" and "please forgive me", "I can't live without you", "I love you". He sounded really hurt. I paced back and forth around the room. Should I call him? No. He'll just think I'll forgive him for anything he does wrong. Half of me wanted to call him and give him another chance. He said he was drunk when it all happened. But another part of me wanted to just forget about him and start a new life, single.
I went to lay down and drifted off to sleep thinking about what should I do.
Harry's POV:
I was really depressed. I stayed in the hotel room all day, trying to contact Olivia. I looked at old pictures of us. Even if she answered the phone would make me happy. I felt like Olivia took my heart and tore it up into million pieces, not caring where the pieces flew in the wind.
Olivia POV:
My heart was telling me to call Harry and talk to him. I honestly didn't want to. Why did he have to go and sleep with that girl? Everything was picture perfect and he had to mess it up. Still laying in bed, recovering from waking up, my phone rung. It was Harry. My hands became sweaty. Should I answer?
2/20/13