“Today’s the day!”
“What?” I looked up from my book and to Oliver as he clapped, a big grin on his face. “No, Oliver,” I whined as he hit the book away.
It’s been a few days but they’d been peaceful. I moved into Helen’s house easily after I went home and packed some clothes and things but not much since half of my stuff was already in boxes.
I managed that by myself which I was happy about because I didn’t want anyone to know yet about New York.
I’d moved into the spare room opposite Oliver’s room. It was big and cosy. Helen had done it up for me the day before so it was nice to come here and be warmly welcomed.
Helen had given me full access to everything they had, including the books which I’d totally fallen in love with. I wasn’t usually a reader but I got bored of movies and so I gave it a shot and read a book in two days, now onto the second one of the series.
“You lost my spot!” I yelled, reaching for it as he grabbed it and held it away.
“Who cares? You’ll find it again, you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, thank you,” I replied, smirking a little as he blinked, realising what he’d said.
“I didn’t mean it.”
“Oh, but you said it,” I said and he sighed, threw the book to the other side of the lounge, making me growl lowly. “I hate you.”
“I know,” he smirked, leaning down and taking my hands, making me wince as he pulled me up from the couch and to my feet.
“Ow,” I frowned, complaining a little because it hurt while just standing, which sucked. “What are we doing?”
“We are standing. In front of each other and thinking, what happens now?” He answered slowly and I rolled my eyes. “Well, we’ve got a few options. I let go and you flop back wherever you want, high risk of being pretty brutal-.”
“Can you stop being an idiot for five minutes?” I asked, looking into his eyes lightly as he smirked.
“Really think of it,” he murmured, his eyes dropping for a moment there. “You’re standing all because of me.”
“Yes, because you pulled me up.”
“And if I were to let go, you’d fall,” his eyes shined with a look I didn’t know but I didn’t want to know it either.
“Amazing,” I said blankly, confused about where he was taking this.
“Yes! It is, isn’t it?”
“Sarah,” he gave me a warning look, my arms starting to hurt where he held me.
“How long are we going to stand here like idiots? It’s starting to hurt.”
“Stop being a baby,” he replied, letting go of one arm as my body fell partly until he had me up, his arm under my legs and me in his arms. I took a short breath, my heart in my throat from the fall but he had it all worked out. He knew what he was doing.
“Don’t you get it,” he murmured and I looked at him as he looked at me, carrying me out of the lounge. “I’ll hold you up when you can’t stand. I’ll catch you when you fall.”
“Sweet, isn’t it?” I whispered back and his smile changed to a smirk. “You’re a charmer, Oliver. Not a lover. I don’t think you’ll ever be a lover, to be honest.”
“No. You’re too… you’re too childish and cocky,” I replied and he chuckled, kicking out a stool from under the breakfast table. He sat me down and headbutted me lightly, making me groan and push him back as Helen gave him a warning look.
“Eggs and bacon alright for you too?” She asked and I nodded, feeling my stomach twist and growl hungrily at just the sound of how good that sounded.
“Is that alright with Sarah?”
“What’s maple bacon?” I asked and Oliver moaned loudly, touching his hand to his tummy.
“Only the best. You soak bacon with maple syrup in the grill. Sweet, crispy and so, so good,” he answered, making me laugh at how dramatic he was acting for the bacon.
“Sounds so unhealthy.”
“So you said,” I replied and he grinned, stepping back to the pantry as I watched Helen shake her head with a small smile. “So, what’s today?”
“Wednesday, the twenty third of March, Babygirl,” Oliver replied almost instantly, throwing the maple syrup in the air from behind and then catching in it front of him to put it onto the bench.
“What did you just call her?” Helen questioned and I gave him a hard look, folded my arms over my chest.
“Shit,” he muttered loud enough for her to hear, winking to me before he turned around to look at her. “Well, Mum, things have changed a lot between us, you know that-.”
“Whoa,” I said, blinking in surprise from where he was going with this.
“Mhmm,” Helen looked from him to me. “So, boyfriend, girlfriend?”
“It’s only been short,” Oliver continued over me and I just gave up trying to be surprised because how else was he going to let this play along? I just shook my head when Helen looked back at me. “But we’ve decided to try it out.”
“Right,” she said, looking from me to him as he came around the counter.
“Oliver,” I snapped before he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes tight, feeling him kiss my head and making several shivers run down my body. “I hate you,” I muttered as Helen just turned to continue cooking.
“Don’t say that, babygirl.”
“Stop calling me that,” I told him.
“What? Prefer Darling?”
“Shh,” I closed my eyes, my hand on his chest to keep him away. “You know what that means to me,” I whispered, looking at him sadly and he scoffed.
“Everyone’s Darling, fucking perfect Darl,” he gritted, walking back and snatching something from on top of the fridge before he walked out and I looked to Helen as she sighed softly.
“He’s living on a rollercoaster at the moment,” she said, looking at me softly. “I’m sorry-.”
“Don’t apologise for him,” I shook my head lightly. “It’s his doing.”
“All his. That wasn’t you at all, honey.”
“It’s usually like that,” I nodded, putting my elbows to the bench. “He comes to me. He makes the problems. He starts the fights. And then he’s angry at me all because he did it to himself.”
“I know. He does the same to me. Liam too,” she came to lean forward against the counter while I frowned lightly.
“I didn’t know he and Liam fought.”
“A lot of the time. He’s lucky to have a friend like Liam, someone who never gives up on him,” she murmured as I glanced down.
“Is it anger issues?”
“It’s just him,” she shrugged and rolled her eyes. “He’s an idiot for one,” she said and I laughed softly at that. “But I know he’s trying. How long has it been since he snapped at you, apart from then?”
“I don’t know,” I frowned, shrugged my shoulders. “A while I guess. He’s been really weird and nice to me. It’s different.”
“I think he likes you,” her nose twitched adorably as she smiled and I shook my head.
“He shouldn’t. We’d never work, plus, I’m with Liam.”
“Official?” She asked and I paused before I nodded. “Finally,” she exclaimed and I laughed a little, a smile widening.
“Since when?” I heard and looked up at Oliver as he stood in the doorway. I felt my smile shrink a little but it didn’t leave completely.
“The beach. Before everything happened,” I answered and he nodded lightly, looked to Helen as she sighed.
“You don’t,” he replied and she shook her head at him, moved to the eggs and bacon. “Talking about me behind my back’s now a mother thing to do?”
“Oliver, chill,” I said and he looked at me hard, his jaw clenched. “I’m tired of this already. Leave if you’re going to make problems.”
“How am I making problems?”
“Oh I wonder,” I muttered and watched him walk to me.
“You don’t fucking get it.”
“I do,” I said softly, touching my hand to his shirt to pull him closer. “I get that sometimes you just need a hug,” I murmured, moving my arms around him, putting my head to his chest. “Please don’t swear at me,” I whispered, closing my eyes as he lightly returned his arms around me. He stayed quiet, which I figured was a good thing.
“I’m tired too. I’m tired of waiting and hoping for the best,” he whispered, his hand touching my head, his fingers threading through my hair. “There’re too many things I want but can’t have. I want him, I want him awake and here.”
“So do I. I want that more than the world,” I whispered back, pulling away to look at him. “But it’s all we can do, wait and hope for the best and so I will until I don’t have to anymore,” I said and he nodded lightly, sat down on the stool next to me but faced me, his hand resting at the small of my back.
I watched as he sat still, his eyes staring down at nothing but he was thinking and it was intriguing to see him this quiet, still and deep in thought.
“Toast?” Helen asked, breaking the silence and making me look at her. I’d totally forgotten she was in the room too.
“Um, no thanks,” I answered and she nodded, probably already knowing what Oliver likes.
“Do you like yours on a plate like a normal person or do you want a bowl like Oliver?” She asked and I looked at Oliver as he rolled his eyes.
“What?” I laughed and he shrugged, not looking to bright about anything. “And you call me a baby, my goodness, Oliver.”
“Nothing wrong with a bowl,” he replied, giving me light and amused eyes as I laughed softly. “I bet you hate coffee. Go for a hot chocolate?”
“How’d you know?” I looked back at him as he smirked.
“Because you’re the only baby in this room.”
“Excuse me, coffee is disgusting?”
“What? Can’t shoot tequila either?” He asked and I poked my tongue out at him.
“I’m seventeen. I can’t drink anyway.”
“I was drinking at fourteen-.”
“Oh were you?” Helen asked, moving her hands to her hips as he grinned.
“Yeah, I was.”
“That’s why he’s stupid, Helen. His braincells are dead,” I put in, making her shake her head as Oliver rolled his eyes. “Truth.”
“I’m actually smarter than everyone makes me out to be,” he said and I smirked lightly, looked at him as he tapped under my chin gently. “Truth.”
“Ha,” I said blankly and he rubbed my head to mess up my hair, making me scowl and shove him away. “You always have to ruin everything, don’t you?”
“Call me annoying but it’s fun,” he smirked and licked his lips when he got his bowl in front of him and I got my plate in front of me.
“You’re welcome,” Helen smiled back, taking her plate down to the table as Oliver and I stayed put and started scoffing down our breakfast.
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