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"I want that bitch, out of my house." Olivia said firmly, closing Harrison's door behind her. After Olivia had abruptly slammed the door in Mellie's face after she demanded for Fitz to carry her bags in, Stephen caved and helped her inside after unlocking the door. He showed her to the spare room and Mellie was in the midst of taking a shower when Olivia called for a meeting in Harrison's room.
"I'm serious Harrison. I want her gone."
"She's not my guest, she's Fitz's." Harrison shrugged.
"Don't look at me when I want her gone the most out of anyone in this room." Fitz chuckled humourlessly.
Olivia nodded, content with his anger and the repulsed look on his face. "Good so it's settled, she's leaving. Harrison once she's done showering you can show her the door."
Harrison frowned, "me?! You're the one who called this meeting and seem to have some vendetta against her! You do it!"
Olivia growled. "Who in the fuck does she think she is showing up to my house, unannounced, unwanted and unneeded. If none of you have the balls to kick her to the curb, I'll gladly do it."
Fitz, Harrison and Stephen exchanged a look and nodded. "Perfect, you do it." Harrison concluded and opened his front door. Olivia rolled her eyes, storming up the stairs and to the spare bedroom where Mellie was showering. Originally Mellie had carried her things to Fitz's room, only to have all of that shut down immediately by him. Olivia was glad as she wasn't sure what she would have broken had Mellie stayed in his room with him. The thought of them sharing a bed together... sleeping together was enough to boil her blood.
Olivia banged on the door twice, not bothering to wait for permission and she barged in. After all it was her house and this woman was a complete stranger.
"HEY!" Mellie came rushing out of the en suite with a towel grabbed around her wet body. "Privacy—"
"This is my house." Olivia said dryly, taking up residence on the foot of the bed. "I don't know who the hell you think you are strolling up to my house, situating yourself in one of the bedroom's but this ends now. After you've dried off from your shower, I'm calling you a cab to take you the hell away from here."
Mellie was flabbergasted, standing there in complete shock. "Excuse me!?"
"I don't want you here. Fitz doesn't want you here. Harrison—"
"FITZ PROMISED ME WE WOULD TALK! SO I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I TALK TO HIM." Mellie said defiantly. She folded her arms and stomped her feet like the spoiled brat she was.
"Have you taken into consideration that perhaps he doesn't want to talk to you?" Olivia asked with a snicker.
"Well that would be for him to tell me, not you."
"I was under the impression that he already had, multiple times."
Mellie scoffed, forming an immense dislike for this girl already. She was smug, rude and arrogant, not to mention completely out of order. This little girl had no comprehension of the relationship she and Fitz shared, and needed to butt out. "I need to change, can you please leave?"
"Certainly." Olivia smiled, getting up. Olivia was quite aware when it was appropriate to kill with kindness, and now looked to be a promising time. "And when you're done, please let me know so I can arrange a ride home for you.", with that Olivia smirked and slammed the door behind her, leaving Mellie enraged.
Olivia turned to the right to see the room to Fitz's door wide open, he laid down on the bed with his head in his hands. She quietly approached his door, knocking although the door was open. He looked up and smiled a smile of relief at the sight of her which nearly made Olivia's knees give in. "Come in.", he said quietly, "and close the door behind you."
"Hi.", she smiled joining him on his bed. "Are you okay?"
"No." Fitz said honestly. "I really don't want to get into it right now but..."
"I get it, you don't want to share that stuff with me."
"No it's not that Liv." Fitz chuckled at her. In fact that day she called, Fitz had shared more intimate details about their relationship than he'd ever told anyone else. Something about Olivia put him at ease, she was trustworthy; he trusted her. "It's just Mellie has this way of making me so damn mad. I specifically told her not to come, that we were over and she shows up..."
"Do you still have feelings for her?", she asked trying to mask the sheer fear in her voice. Olivia was nearly certain that if he answered yes in that moment, she would have bursted into a fit of tears.
"Not in a million years. I can't stand the sight of the girl." Fitz said with a sigh. Mellie's arrival had really put a damper on things, especially as things were up in the air with Olivia and him. He was a man confused, but one thing he did know was that he enjoyed Olivia's company. She managed to make him smile all the time, even with his rosemary's baby-like ex next door.
"Okay.", she smiled at him softly. "I just don't want you to be upset or for things to change. I need you in this house and if she steals you away... I have no one." Olivia didn't care how selfish she sounded in that moment as Mellie could threaten to ruin everything she wanted— everything she hoped for.
He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her, for an embrace, something he'd never done before. It felt natural holding her; his body to hers. Only then it dawned on him that perhaps last night in Tampa their bodies were drawn to each other, almost like magnets.
"No one is stealing me away, especially not Mellie."
Olivia smiled— relieved as she looked up at him with her head partially on his chest, her arms around him, "promise?"
"I promise.", he told her. "I got you."
To say Mellie was shocked and angry to see Fitz holding Harrison's sister in an almost cradle while the two of them made googley eyes at each other would be an understatement— she was stunned and fuming. "What the hell is this?", Mellie growled storming into the room without so much of a knock.
"Fuck off Mellie." Fitz said, loosening his hold on Olivia for obvious reasons. "What in gods name are you wearing?"
Olivia stifled her laughter, Mellie wore 5 inch heels a black skirt and a tight fitted tube top.
"We're going to talk." Mellie told him briskly.
"So you decided to wear clubbing clothes for the couch downstairs?" Fitz frowned, confused as ever.
"The couch downstairs?! No Fitzgerald you're taking me to dinner." Mellie said, now glaring at Olivia.
"Listen Millicent. I am not taking you for dinner. I will talk to you either here on the couch downstairs but under no circumstances will I be taking you for dinner. If you don't want to talk here that's fine and I will personally pack your suitcases into a taxi which will take you straight to the airport. Your choice."
A giggle escaped Olivia's lips and she quickly shot Mellie back a dirty look.
"Fine we'll talk in here." Mellie conceded. "Alone."
Olivia grinned falsely getting up from the bed. As she walked past Mellie she made sure not only to grimace slightly, but to brush her shoulder; sending Mellie back slightly.
"What the fuck!" Mellie snapped, sitting back besides Fitz. "Are you fucking her or something?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you fucking Harrison's baby sister its a yes or no question Fitz!"
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Olivia watched from her couch with a big glass of lemonade as Mellie struggled with her suitcase down the stairs with absolutely no help from Fitz.
"Would you like me to call you a cab?", Olivia offered snidely.
"I've already called one myself. There's no way I'm staying here another minute!"
After Fitz had made it extremely clear that there was absolutely no hope for them getting back together, Mellie bursted into a fit of rage. She gathered all of her things and stormed down the stairs. She'd also noted how he never flat out denied any type of relationship with Olivia, which angered her even more.
"Well it was lovely having you, I know Fitz thoroughly enjoyed your stay." Olivia smirked.
Mellie whipped her head around and snarled at Olivia, "you know he'll never see you as anything more than Harrison's little sister right? This little pathetic school girl crush you have on him is sad. He's a man, Olivia. A 25 year old man, he doesn't want a dumb little child when he's had a woman like me. He needs a woman who's going to push him in the right direction, not a little girl to write about him in her diary. But it's fine, you can have him. Enjoy my sloppy seconds. I see the way you look at him, and if you ever think he'd go for you... well you're even dumber than I thought. Your his best friend's sister."
Olivia smiled, simply allowing Mellie's words to just roll right off her. Mellie was looking for a reaction, and boy would she get one. "You know none of that changes the fact that he fucking hates the sight of you. He cringes at your name. He may never see me as anything but at least he doesn't hate me."
"At least I've had him."
"You won't ever again." Olivia said triumphantly. It didn't matter to her that Mellie and Fitz had a past as Fitz had made it crystal clear that Mellie was the past. "Now get out."
Mellie scoffed, gathering her things and taking hold of her suitcases.
"Oh and Mellie." Olivia grinned, taking a sip of juice. "Don't let the door hit that flat ass on the way out."
Mellie frowned. "HARRISON!", she yelled, knowing he was out the back. "YOU BETTER WATCH OUT FOR YOUR SISTER, SHE'S GOT A WANDERING EYE." Mellie smiled sweetly at Olivia before storming out and slamming the door behind her.
Denzel Pope took it upon himself to call his baby girl, as he missed her. Sitting at dinner by the river with his beauty of a wife, Denzel called the house and placed the phone on speaker.
"Hi Daddy." Olivia answered with a smile.
Denzel was immediately taken back at his daughter's tone. He couldn't remember the last time she'd called him daddy or sounded genuinely happy to hear from him. It was definitely a pleasant surprise.
"Hi sweetheart. How are you? How is everything?"
"Everything is great." Olivia smiled. "How's France?", Olivia was in a great mood. Mellie was gone and Fitz and her were sort of trying to figure things out. She knew he was confused and she didn't want to push him, but she couldn't help but grow needy for answers. She wanted to know how he felt, what he wanted, what he was thinking.
"France is great baby. Your mother and I were thinking of going to Italy for a week, maybe Florence."
"That sounds nice. Get me something made of expensive leather.", she smirked. "Maybe a new Prada bag..."
"You're hilarious. The last thing you need is another Prada bag. " Denzel frowned sarcastically. He'd missed this side of his daughter, her carefree and playful side. It was nice to have his baby girl back, if even for a moment. "Hows your brother doing?"
"He's okay. He went out with Stephen, I think they went shopping."
"What about his other friend? Fitzgerald? Is he about?" Denzel asked.
"He went too." Olivia lied. The last thing she wanted was for her dad to become suspicious of anything. Denzel was much more attentive than Harrison and would pick up on something like that almost immediately.
"Good." Denzel said. "Well I'll call back once Harrison's home, talk to you soon."
"Bye Dad." Olivia hung up the phone and joined Fitz on the couch. He was so intrigued by his book that he'd barely noticed her presence beside him. "What are you reading?", she asked him softly.
"A Farewell To Arms.", he smiled closing his book.
"Hemingway."
"What do you know about Hemingway?", Fitz teased, outstretching his arms around the couch.
"I'm not an invalid, I know about Hemingway."
"I'm sure you do.", Fitz smirked, teasing her playfully.
"She dies." Olivia snickered, ruining the book for him. "Their baby is a stillborn and she dies right after giving birth."
He stared at her, looking for a sign of her deceit. There was no possible way that she had really just ruined arguably one of the best works of fiction by one of the best modernist writers. But when she showed no signs of deceit with a smug smile, he tossed down his book and hoisted her up into a fireman carry.
"FITZ STOP!", she yelled laughing so hard tears were now clouding her eyes. "I'M SORRY! I WAS LYING!"
He kept a tight grip on her, practically kicking the backdoor open as he walked into the backyard. Without a word of warning, Fitz tossed Olivia fully clothed into the freezing cold pool. He laughed as she screamed like a beached whale before fully submerging underwater.
The water was absolutely frigid, and as she came up for air Olivia swore she'd never laughed so hard. "I'm going to kill to you!", she threatened now treading water in her short shorts and a tank top. Had it been anyone else, she would have raised hell, but it being him all she could do was simply laugh.
"I'd like to see you try short stuff.", he snickered. Fitz had spoken far too soon as Olivia practically flew out of the pool at darted towards him. He reacted quick enough to bolt inside and away from the sopping wet woman threatening to soak him.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Fitz boomed as he raced into the living, nearly falling over his own two feet.
"GET OVER HERE!" Olivia laughed, practically launching herself in the air, over the couch— tackling him straight to floor.
"EW LIV GET OFF ME.", Fitz squirmed beneath her in anguish as her soaking wet body now drenched his clothes. She wrapped her arms around him, getting him as wet as possible as she laughed triumphantly. Fitz flipped them over, pinning her hands above her head with a smug smile.
"Game over.", he grinned.
Olivia frowned, she tried to move out of his hold, but his grip was firm. "Fine."
Fitz smirked, easing his grip off her as he stood up. He pretended to stretch and crack his muscles. "I already told you I have a foot on you."
Olivia laughed, gathering her breath as she continued to lie there on the hardwood floor. "I hate you.", she laughed breathlessly.
Fitz smiled, looking down at her. It was odd, as he'd never really seen it before, but Olivia had quite the body on her. She has shapely in all the right areas, and slim in all the right areas. She had large breasts which were emphasized now by her waterlogged and skintight tank top, and she had shapely smooth hips which were now drawing him in, following out by toned, slim and silky legs. He could feel himself starting to stare so he quickly looked away.
"You smell like chlorine."
"And who's fault is that?!"
"Yours." He grinned devilishly. "And if you pull something like that again, I'll make it worse on you."
Never did she think she'd been so turned on when he took control and flipped her over. That had just confirmed her notions; Fitzgerald Grant was a fantastic lover. The more time she spent with him the harder she could feel herself falling for him. She wanted to have him, in the way Mellie said she never could. She wanted to have him hold her, kiss her, touch her— in places that weren't so platonic, in places that had never been touched by any man. She wanted that with him.
"Is that so?", she asked him with daring and evil eyes with a sly smirk.
Before she could jump for him Fitz managed to jump to his feet and make a run for it. Olivia chased him remaining not too far behind as she bolted up the stairs in hot pursuit of him. He was speedy and his longs leg gave him an advantage over her as the two of them laughed, enjoying the age old game of tag.
She chased him up the stairs, down the hall and towards the bedrooms with wild abandon. He made a sharp turn into her room, throwing her off balance and nearly causing her to slip.
"FITZ!", she cried out, darting into her room only to see that he'd now locked himself into her bathroom.
"YOU'D BETTER STOP OR I'LL DUMP ALL YOUR FACE WASH AND MOISTURIZERS DOWN THE SINK!" He laughed, teasing her from behind the safety of the locked door.
"I DARE YOU!"
"OKAY! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!"
Her frivolous smile was quickly gone, it faltered almost immediately as she realized what exactly was in her bathroom. More importantly the fact that her face washes were kept in her medicine cabinet, alongside something that kept her awake at night. Something that she never should have taken. Something that her gut had told her would result in nothing but trouble.
"FITZ WAIT STOP!", her voice nearly choking with fear.
"YOU WISH!" He laughed. He would have his revenge as she'd completely soaked his shirt through with her shenanigans.
Olivia banged on the bathroom door like a mad woman. Her heart was now beating out of her chest. She felt as if her throat was closing up— like she couldn't breathe. "FITZ WAIT!"
She swore she heard it. The moment that everything suddenly changed; she swore she heard it— like a tick, signalling that nothing would ever be in the same. Olivia took a small step back from the door, at the same time she heard the front door unlock; Stephen and Harrison's loud and booming voices filled up the house.
She gulped, as his footsteps neared her until finally he opened the door. He had a face with raw of emotions she could pinpoint as rage, disgust and betray as he held the two bottles she knew would change their relationship forever.
"What in god's name is this...", he managed to spit out.
"I'd just let it go." Huck told Charlie honestly. He could see the entire Olivia situation was starting to turn Charlie a bit obsessive. Olivia was not a dumb girl, she would not come around with Charlie's recent behaviour.
"I can't just let it go!" Charlie hissed. "I'm in love!"
"Pardon me..." Huck choked out.
"I'm in love, I love her."
Huck was now staring at a man fully deranged while Quinn just sat there keeping her mouth shut. In all honesty, she was starting to feel sorry for Olivia. The poor girl had no idea of the shit storm brewing behind her back. There was no way Olivia could have known that attending one party would set Charlie off.
"Charlie man you don't love her..."
"Yes I do.", Charlie replied adamantly. "And you know what, I'm done playing Mr. Nice Guy. I've texted and called, I've asked her out on dates and it's gotten me no where. Maybe it's time I just went back to the old me."
"And what the hell does that mean?!"
"It means get her here this Friday." Charlie hissed, getting up from the couch. "And I'm not asking you Huck, I'm telling you."
"How the hell am I supposed to get her here?! What am I going to say!?"
"Tell her we want the drugs back." Charlie smiled at his brilliant plan. "Threaten her if you have to. I will have that girl one way or another."
So Mellie lasted 1/2 a chapter! Let's be real now, no one wanted her here. & Yes I did leave you with a cliff hanger with an even bigger cliff hanger hahah.
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