Same Mistakes

11. Our Stories

11. Our Stories

Olivia.

I think people consider me a soul-sucking b*tch. They didn't used to think of me in that way. I used to be so sweet. Some people think of me as a good-two-shoes angel. I'm honestly not sure which one I truly am. I am very mean to the people I'm jealous of. The people with have love. The people with big, warm families. The people will open hearts.

I'm sometimes kind to people who are kind to me. I'm what you would consider bipolar, but not medically bipolar. I just act as if I am. I don't mean to. But I can tell when people don't like me, and that makes me not like them. Then I tend to lash out. I don't mean to. I don't mean to do a lot of things.

I have a long story to me. I'm not trying to make you pity me, but I think the world should know where my attitude is coming from. My beautiful Mother Alice died when I was 10 years old, as well as my Father Benny. I was left with my Fathers sister, Aunt Lily, and my twin sister Elizabeth. But my twin has never liked me. We've never been best friends like most twins are.

My Aunt was never home. My twin was always out with her friends, drinking, partying, gossiping, hooking up with guys. She was the confident, popular, and a show-off twin. I was more quiet, reserved, and shy. I'd stay home, and dance in front of the mirror. But I was never good at dancing anyway.

I grew up getting picked on at school and bullied by my sisters friends. Then my sister got tickets to a One Direction meet and greet with her two best friends. But then one of Liz's friends got sick, so they had an extra ticket. Elizabeth was going to sell it, but my Aunt Lily made Liz take me.

There I met Liam Payne. He was adorable. He was actually kind to me. He let me take a photo with him, even though I was young and ugly. At that point, I never wore make-up. I never bothered with nice clothes. I didn't do my hair. But Liam was still nice and lovely towards me. I was instantly attracted to him.

I gave him my twitter, and he followed me. We began chatting. That's when we started setting up dates, times to hang out, and telling each other about ourselves. He was such a good listener. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend. I was so shy, I was scared the paparazzi and fans would hate me.

So I put on my tough-girl act. I got make-up. New clothes. Hair straighteners, flat irons, curling irons, curling wands, hair crimpers, every product you could think of to try and make myself presentable for Liam's Directioners. I acted confident and flawless. They fans adored me.

But the whole act wasn't me. But I acted like that girl for so long that it went to my head, and that new, cocky, confident personality took over the shy, sweet, fun personality I was born with. I acted sweet for the fans, but I was cold, mean and demanding towards my staff and my backup dancers.

I shouldn't have been so mean to my backup dancers, because they quit on me right before my first tour. Then I was left to dance with dancers who barely had any time to rehearse. Let me tell you now, I'm not a good dancer in the celebrity-world. I'd be considered a good dancer at an 8th grade talent show, but not in the lime-light on your first world tour. I kept falling into people, twisted my ankle, and dancing off time.

I still suck at dancing to this day. But... My mother was a dancer. She was amazing. I would try and copy her amazing dance moves, but it'd never turn out well. I'm just a bad dancer. To make the matter worse, my ankles are crooked inward, so my dancing is a little warped in a way that isn't my fault.

Liam even helped me get into the X-Factor, so I can dance for the live-shows this season. And to my surprise, Danielle Peazer was also dancing for this season. At first, I was happy to see her. Danielle used to date my Liam. She's an amazing dancer, and a huge inspiration.