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chapter one

emma's pov

"liv!" i shout through the phone. i've just finished filming for a magazine and i'm fucking hungry!

"hey, em," she replies.

"you wanna stay over tonight?" 

"oh shoot i wish i can, but i'm going out with ellie tonight,"

"oh that's fine, have fun! say hi to ellie for me!"

"i will, love you em, bye!"

"bye love you too!"

i hang up. damn, guess i'll have to spend the night alone. i should order food. 

i get up and make some iced coffee, and i start editing. 20 minutes later and food arrives. sweet! i'm starving! 

i eat before i go back to editing this long-ass vlog, and declan comes to sniff at my food, so i put him down to feed him, too. with cat food, of course. 

a few hours in editing and olivia calls. i figured the date ended early and she'd sleep over after all. well, win-win! 

"em," she blurts out, crying. she's like, full-on crying. 

"hey, hey, hey, what's up?" i say with urgency. what the fuck, liv!

"ellie," she sobs. i figured it's not the greatest thing talking to someone fucking crying on the phone at 1 in the goddamned morning, so i ask her where she is and that i'll pick her up.

"i'm at the bay," she sobs. it's 1am and she's at the bay area. well, fuck. 

i drive over quickly, park my car where it's probably not okay to park in, and i phone her. i find her outside a philz coffee shop, crying and absolutely broken down. ellie was not there. 

i know what's up. i know exactly what's up. 

"hey, hey, let's get you out of here,"

i pick up her stuff and i ask if she brought a car. "i did, i did," she said. 

"okay, i'll-- i'll-- get it tomorrow. let's go," i said. 

she wasn't drunk or anything. if any, i think she's caffeinated. the way she's crying right now is absolutely fucking freaky. i have never seen olivia cry like this. like, ever! i wonder what happened? why did ellie break up with her? 

i drive her back to my apartment and she's still crying. all along the walk up to my apartment i had to hold her for fear of a breakdown. she was shaking, she was cold, and she was really really really not okay. whatever it was, it was not good. 

i let her lay on my bed while i shut my laptop down and fix up some coffee. 

by now, she's stopped crying. she's silent. i think she's even numb by now. 

"hey," i said, placing down coffee on the bedside table, "what happened?"

i scooch to her, covering her with my comforter. she's scrunched up, looking vacant out my windows. 

"she broke up with you, didn't she?" i asked. she nodded and started crying again. 

oh fuck this.

"hey hey hey, liv, liv," i say, hushing her, "shh, it's okay, it's okay,"

i figured i'd let her sleep now, and ask her tomorrow. i get my cup of coffee and leave hers by the bedside table. "get some sleep, okay? are you hungry?" i ask.

she shakes her head. i figured leaving her to her own sense would be the best thing to do now, so i go back to editing the vlog. i go to sleep by 3am. i little to no plans for tomorrow, so that's good. i sleep beside olivia and i see tear streaks dried down her cheeks. she cried herself to sleep. poor thing. 

i check ellie's social media accounts to see any hint and i see nothing. okay, i'll just have to wait for tomorrow.