Archie was more than a little nervous. Most of his past interactions with Olivia had been in and out, quite literally. She’d fly him in, buy him some clothes and fuck him and send him back to London without so much as a goodbye. Yet here he was at her doorstep. He wasn’t sure what the hell he wanted, really. He had muddled feelings about her, but his running away to New York wasn’t exactly to profess his love either. He needed to get out of England. He had a mental break just trying to process school and work and whatever the hell his love life was becoming. He decided that he had liked all of the time he spent in New York so much that he wanted to live there.
Olivia was his only bet. His only way to escape and he was going to use it. He never quite knew where he stood with her. Many nights he’d think they were something, that she was being so sweet that it had to of meant they were in love, but the next day he’d be on a flight and it wouldn’t matter. Maybe in the back of his mind he thought he’d be forcing her to make a decision by showing up. Or perhaps he was just that stupid.
After a deep sigh he reached out to push her buzzer, holding his three suitcases close to her sides. He laughed softly as he waited for an answer, thinking about how mad she was going to be that she had bought him the luggage in the first place.
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