Enjoy this update guys. It's another short chapter, kind of... But we hope you like it as much as we did. H&E xxxxx
p.s we chose a song for this chapter so give it a listen. It's not famous or anything, but gave us the inspiration. <3
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I spent the whole three hours, driving from London to my hometown near Doncaster, in silence. Within those three hours, my phone had rung around fourteen maybe fifteen times? Well it didn't matter because I never answered it.
My mind was left to wander as I drove and I let the tears fall freely down my cheeks. To be honest, I was pretty surprised to see that I was still driving in a straight line and not being a danger to any of the other drivers. My hands were trembling and I was struggling to breath evenly. The amount of guilt I felt right now was unbelievable. I shouldn't have just left without telling them. Especially Liam. He would be worried sick! Well, that's if he still actually cared about me anymore...
"Oh my, Olivia? Honey is it actually you? Oh gosh Olivia!" My mum literally jumped on me as I went in for a hug. She was nearly in tears (of joy obviously) when she saw me at the front door of her house.
She was a wonderful woman. I had gotten a lot of my physical features from her too. The slender face, the hazel eyes, the long eyelashes. Even my sporting ability was something that came from my mum. She had a regular gym schedule and was almost always there. Everything else about me came from my dads side, the olive skin and the thick, wavy, dark hair.
She welcomed me straight in and left me to get settled. I sorted everything out once I got upstairs. I filled the drawers and wardrobe in my old bedroom with the clothes I had brought, then finally propped my guitar in the corner of the room.
It seemed strange to be here again. I'd moved out only a year after my parents divorced, and even though that was quite a long time ago, the memories this place held were still fresh.
Mum had prepared some food for dinner and called me down that evening after I had finished unpacking.
"So how was Venice then love?" She was so happy to see me, it had been over six months, and I bet she was just dying to hear about all of my adventures in the foreign country.
"Amazing mum. The place was beautiful! And my room was perfect. The camera came in handy too, I mean the views were spectacular."
"So your father looked after you well then." She smiled jofully but I could see the sadness in her eyes. She was still getting over the divorce, well I guess I was too. But at least my mum had made an attempt to move on. Maybe I needed to do the same, with a lot of things.
"Your dad rung me not so long ago actually. This week actually. He told me about a you and a young boy you met in Venice." Oh god. I hoped that she wasn't going to bring up Federico.
"What was his name now? Lou, no Li-Liam? That was it yes, Liam! So when do I get to meet this lucky young lad?" I forced a smile as I thought up the words I was going to say next. Well, at least it wasn't about Federico. But I didn't see how this being about Liam was any better.
"Um yeah. Well, I'm not sure. He's got a busy schedule, lots of things to do, people to meet. I don't exactly see him much anymore." My eyes drifted to the plate of food I was eating from as I spoke.
"Oh really? Your dad was telling me how happy you two were together. You even flew back to London with him and his friends." I just nodded and shoved some more pasta into my mouth so I wouldn't have to say anything else about that.
"Well, what made you decide to come up north? It's such a long drive from London." She studied me careully, obviously aware of the way I tried to avoid much of the previous topic.
"I just thought I'd visit you that's all." I said quickly. She eyed me suspiciously. It was the truth- partially. But I obviously couldn't tell her that I was actually trying to get away from Liam and have some space to think, so I could sort out whether or not I was going to try and fix our relationship. Any way, what sort of relationship advice would she possibly be able to give me after she'd just gotten over a divorce.
"Oh alright then. Well it's great to see my gorgeous girl again." She walked up behind me and planted a kiss on the top of my head, before walking over to the sink to start washing the dishes.
I loved my mum, but I honestly didn't believe her 'gorgeous girl' comment. My eyes were probably bloodshot, my hair untamed. I doubt I looked like anything special.
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I'd spent the whole weekend with my mum and well, I was actually enjoying the peace. London was so noisy, the sirens, the busy streets and traffic. But here in this little sleepy town, it was just perfect.
But I also loved how I wasn't having to worry about a certain someone as much. I definetly wasn't over Liam seeing as every night, I'd been crying myself to sleep. Mum must have noticed that something was wrong when every morning I'd come down with puffy wet eyes and a pretty grumpy attitude. I'd been moping about the house, having nothing to do. Eventually I'd get out my guitar and play some mindless chords that didn't really go together. But I didn't really feel right these days. Obviously I felt distracted, but there was something else. It felt like I was missing something.
Liam and the rest of the boys had even given up with trying to ring me as the missed calls and text messages soon disappeared. I felt like such a horrible person though. The way I had left without warning, left without saying goodbye, and left without the thought to answer or reply to any of the missed calls. What had Liam ever seen in me? I was a terrible girlfriend. Well, did he still want me to be that to him? I didn't see why there was any reason to still be his girlfriend anymore anyway, I was a wreck.
"Olivia honey, there's a letter here for you!" I heard my mum call me from downstairs as I set my book down on my bed.
That was strange though. I hadn't been living here in nearly a whole year and apparently I was getting post? It couldn't have been any friends because most of them lived in London now anyway. The ones who still lived near and around Doncaster knew that I wasn't living here anymore so what would be the point in sending me a letter. It had to just be junk mail.
I made my way down the stairs and into the living room where my mum sat. She handed me the envelope as she smiled.
"It's been handwritten." She beamed, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
I gulped as I noticed the script on the front, it seemed so loose but delicately written at the same time. My name printed on the top, each letter perfectly sized and in line. My mum watched over me with eager eyes as I stuck one finger under the seal, but I hesitated slightly.
"I think I'll go and open it upstairs." I quietly remarked before my mum laughed softly, letting me go.
I honestly had no idea where this could have come from. A hand written letter, addressed to me? I didn't exactly have many friends or even relatives, who knew this address and whether or not I still lived here.
Finally, I decided that I'd only know who this was from if I actually opened it. I tore the envelope open and gently pulled out the folded paper within. As I snuggled up on my bed, I began to read the letter that I has just unfolded.
My breath caught. My eyes watered. My stomach knotted. My heart ached.
I hadn't expected this. I wasn't prepared.
To my dear Olive,
Nothing has been the same since that incident nearly a week ago. Everything has changed, and it's changed for the worse.
At work, I can't seem to concentrate. At lunch, I can't seem to eat. At night, I can't seem to sleep. My every thought is revolved around you. I am constantly picturing your mesmerising face. But unlucky for me, the only face of yours that I am only able to see, is that one of loss, pain and torment.
I never meant to do what I did. I was weak. I was stupid.
Olivia, I miss you. You were, no you still are my everything. Without you I feel lost, incomplete, lonely. I long to hold you in my arms again, and feel the soft warmth of your lips on mine.
I tried so hard to speak to you and to explain, but I could never order the words correctly. I hope that I haven't left it too late, but I want you to know that I still care for you. Maybe writing it down will be more effective, mean more than me saying it aloud.
But olivia, I am sorry.
Sorry for hurting you, for losing your trust, for breaking your heart.
I need to be with you again because without you, I don't think I can continue doing what I do. I will just return to that meaningless life where I was a nobody who couldn't care less about anybody else.
Please forgive me Olivia. Please come back to me. You might not feel the same for me anymore, but at least accept this apology and just remember that I will alway feel guilty and ashamed for what I did.
Please.
I love you Olivia.
Liam x
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Omg, how sad is that letter?? Don't you just want them to be together already?
So guys, now we've had some sort of apology, but what next??? But hang on, where did Liam get Olivia's address from.... if he has it, what does that mean..... ok we might be giving a bit too much of the next chapter away.
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We honestly had lumps in our throats and tears in our eyes when we had to write this last bit up.
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