Olivia’s POV
I was bored of playing games, tired of not actually being honest with everyone and myself about what I really wanted. I watched as he turned round and walked out the The Red Lion pub, making my heart sink a little lower. I felt my smile fall when he didn’t even look back before disappearing into the streets of London. The determination to catch up with Brad and tell him how I truly feel sobered me. So I did exactly that. I got up, noticing Ben and Dave trying to act natural in the corner of the pub. I smiled knowing Brad had called them to check on me, slightly offended that he didn’t think I know who they were.
My heels slapped against the concrete path as I tried to jog towards the club, hoping to see Brad before he went back inside. I felt my breath hitch as I spotted him
