[Book 1] Not many people are lucky enough to have a close and genuine friend in a person as Olivia Masterson does in someone as remarkable as Harry Styles. Having been best friends for ten years, Harry and Liv can never go long without the other by...
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The two weeks that have followed since the fight Harry and I had in Hershey have been the hardest weeks of my life. I have never felt so sick to my stomach, and my heart has never felt heavier in my chest. At this point I'm practically punishing myself with the fight on a constant loop in my head, contemplating things I could have said or done differently. I cannot shake it or stop myself from reliving it. Since I got home, my favorite place has become my bed. I've barely spoken since I told Mum and Dad what happened, let alone even left the house.
Mum had to tell Barbara I was sick so she wouldn't call me for shifts, and Dad gave up on asking me to come to work with him after the first four days. I have steered clear from social media, and haven't replied to anyone's messages or answered anyone's calls for the fear of breaking down. I cannot sleep and I cannot eat knowing that this is the longest Harry and I have gone without talking.
A light knock on my bedroom door follows the sound of Mum's gentle voice.
"Olivia, I'm going to work. Do you want anything before I leave?"
I briefly close my eyes at the sound of the sadness in her tone, knowing that my own mother has been walking on eggshells around me. It just makes me despise myself even more.
"No, thank you," I answer just above a whisper, prompting a sigh from her before she quietly closes the door.
Once again, I am left to wallow in my sadness. I know this is far from healthy, and I should probably get myself out of bed, at least downstairs, but I cannot find the strength to do so. My phone vibrates on the duvet next to me and I roll over to the other side of the bed with a grunt, already knowing who the text is from.
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