#oholiviaa

he catches her at a party running over to her and lifting her small frame off the ground in a tight hug.  “well look at you lil’ liv,” he beams brightly letting a laugh escape him as the british boy places her safely back on the ground. he towered over her small frame but yet he was far too gentle to ever hurt her --even accidentally.   “oh shit,” he curses with that same comforting laugh he seemed to always express.  “sorry liv,” he utter spinning her around to lift her hair,  “i fucked up your necklace,” he explains undoing the clasp and untangling the chains before placing them back around her neck softly, his hands doing his best to not tangle them up again.

rochelle was an affectionate person, someone who didn’t like not being able to express her love through touch and tender words.  all her friends knew this about her,  her way of saying i love you or i trust you was through her actions and not always what she said.  so it wasn’t uncommon for the two friends to be wondering through a store looking for clothing or just wasting time and for the australian singer to lace her fingers with olivias.  it was mindless and just a gentle act of love,  rochelle tugging her friend over to a rack of clothing that was sparkling and drew her attention a little too quickly.  “now imagine this on stage, how sick would that be right?” she asks wide eyed as she beams over at the mousy haired beauty with her.