The Reflection Of Love

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“You what?!” Khloe screamed on the other side of the phone as I smiled widely, pouring milk into my bowl of cereal. “Yes! That’s amazing.”

“Is it though?” I sighed and heard her growl on the other end.

“You have any doubts, throw them out the window, Missy. You deserve to have Oliver. You’re so lucky,” she whined as I got a spoon from the drawer. “Please, go wild with him, okay? Get to know him in ways no one else knows him. Be with him and be happy with him. Experience the full meaning of love with him. Go all the way,” she rambled on as I carried my breakfast to the table, my heart picking up the more she said. “Ride him hard and-.”

“Khlo,” I cut, closing my eyes as sudden unwanted images showed up in my head. “Eww, I’m not even looking to go there,” I shivered a little and ate a spoonful of my cereal.

“Maybe not at the moment. When you want advise, you know I’m here,” she replied, making me roll my eyes mentally before I looked up when Oliver came through the sliding door.

“I-ah, I’ve got to go,” I told her before I hung up and gave him a small smile before the sweat smell waved through, his blue shirt dark at his chest and under his arms. “Eww, go shower,” I told him, raising a hand when he stepped towards me.

“It’s God’s perfume, you know,” he smirked back, coming to me anyway.

“I’m pretty sure anything else is more a perfume than sweat,” I stated in a mutter, scrunching my face up as he rubbed my head and sat down to take a mouthful of my breakfast. “When did you wake up?”

“Six,” he answered easily while I took my cereal back and he got up to head into the kitchen.

“Six?!” I exclaimed, looking at him like he was crazy as he just shrugged and got himself a glass of water. “I literally just woke up ten minutes ago.”

“What? It’s already eleven o’clock you lazy ass,” he chuckled as I curled my lips into a small smile and continued eating as texts from Khloe came through telling me over and over how she was the best person I could go to for sex advice.

“Where’s Mum?”

“Ah, she left for work I think,” I replied and shrugged a little when he was watching me. “It is Monday, Genius.”

“Yeah, I know. What do you want to do today?” He asked, coming over again to kiss my cheek before my mouth, his hand going to my cheek. “I mean, we could make out for some of it, if you want,” he whispered, smirking like an idiot before he kissed me again, my eyes closing while I moved into it.

“Or maybe we can go see Liam?” I whispered back, smiling softly as he gave me a blank look. I sighed softly, taking his hand and pushing him back to direct him into the seat next to me. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Didn’t we clear this up?” He questioned, giving me an obvious look as I took a small breath.

“Maybe. I feel bad-.”

“Well, don’t,” he put in.

“It’s not like I can help it, Oli,” I replied and he groaned a little, touching his hand up to run through his hair. “I’m sorry it’s not all you wanted and dreamed but Liam’s a big part of this too. We can’t just ditch and forget about him, okay? I still love him, it’s not like he’s out of my life now.”

“Fine. You wanna go see him, we’ll go see him. You can innocently tell him about us and be happy again when we get home,” he said boringly as I sighed again, shaking my head.

“Nothing about this is innocent. It’s called cheating-.”

“It’s not cheating,” he protested, rolling his eyes.

“Oliver, I was with Liam.”

“Like he’s going to remember!” He exclaimed and I flinched back a little at his tone. “He’s not going to remember the crash or the beach, you know? He doesn’t know you guys were together so it actually isn’t.”

“I’m not going to lie to him,” I shook my head lightly. “He deserves to know the truth.”

“Well, fine. You can tell him the damn truth when his eyes open up again,” he said bitterly, getting up to snatch his smokes from the fridge and walk out through the sliding door again.

I sighed out, looking down to continue my breakfast until I wasn’t hungry anymore so I made my way to my room to get dressed and ready for the day.


Oliver didn’t talk much. He didn’t really do anything for the rest of the day apart from ignore me and avoid every conversation I tried to make. I got sick of it pretty quickly and started treating him the same as he’d treated me.

The drive to the hospital was dead silent between us until he went to stay something, but he stopped himself, remembering how we were on bad terms at the moment.

“What?” I questioned, wondering what he was about to say just as he continued through a set of traffic lights.

“None of your business,” he answered, giving a shrug. I growled out and whacked his shoulder, grateful that we were only one corner away from the hospital.

“You know what? How the fuck were we ever going to do this?” I asked, raising my voice but hit the radio power button. He made a noise when the car turned silent but I felt like I was on all the way. “You’re Oliver Frost. You’re a dick and always have been and always will be. We’ll always be going for each other’s throats. Sure, we had it good but now it’s all crashing down again and we’ll always bring each other down-.”

“Can you just shut it,” he cut in, his tone surprisingly soft but loud enough to make me quiet. I stared at him angrily as he turned the car into the parking lot.

“You know,” I murmured, shaking my head as he parked and I took my belt off. “I regret everything these past few weeks and it definitely won’t be happening again,” I told him and went to get out but couldn’t when he locked the doors next. “Oliver,” I barked and glared at him as he slowly took off his belt and ran a hand through his hair, not giving me eye contact.

“You’re adorable when you’re mad, has anyone told you that?” He looked at me with a small smirk as I felt my anger die down a little when he touched his hand to my head and massaged it. “Okay, you regret it but you only regret it at the moment. After this, you’ll just regret that you said it.”

“You’re probably right,” I whispered and leaned into his hand when he ran it down and to my cheek.

“I know,” he smirked and leaned over, kissing my lips as I closed my eyes and let him, already healing from our argument and issues from today. “I’m sorry that we even got into a fight.”

“Me too,” I leaned into the chair, looking at him sadly with a small pout while he smiled again and came back for another kiss. It was deeper than the last. Going on for a while until we pulled back reluctantly and he caressed his thumb down my jaw.

“What I was going to say before was that I have a plan,” he whispered and I looked up into his eyes, waiting for him to continue and explain. “About the Liam issue.”

“And?” I added on as he sat back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair.

“If he wakes up, there’s a big chance that he won’t remember the accident or beach, anything from the past few days before the crash,” he started and I nodded gently. “We tell him the truth. The whole truth,” he breathed, glanced away from me before he circled his arm behind me and I welcomed it. “He might be disappointed but he’ll understand and if you choose him, I’ll be okay with that. He’s better for you anyway.”

“Yeah, he is,” I agreed and smiled softly when he gave me a look. “Doesn’t mean you’re not good for me too though,” I whispered and looked away when I felt tears bit the back of my throat. I swallowed hard and then glanced down when he took my hand in his, interlinked our fingers.

“Want to go in now?” He asked and I nodded, giving him a small smile. He picked my hand up and kissed the back of it before he let it go and got out while I stayed seated because my door was still locked.

I rolled my eyes and laughed softly to myself as he just walked away and looked back to lock the car until he realised I was still in it, making him frown and wave his arms out.

I shook my head and tried to get out to show him how the door was locked and when I looked back, he was laughing now and poking his tongue out like an idiot.

“Open the door!” I yelled and laughed too, heard the car unlock before I got out and showed him my middle finger nice and clear. “Sucker!”

“Shh,” he snapped, grabbing my hand when I reached him. “This is a hospital, Sarah.”

“Sorry,” I whispered back and smiled softly as he wrapped his arm around me as we walked through the doors.


We reached Liam’s room to find Danielle sitting alone with a takeaway cup in her hands as she stood by the windows and watched the world outside.

“Hey,” I called and smiled as she turned and looked at us.

“Good afternoon you two,” she smiled back, putting her cup down on the windowsill to come to us. “You both look good. How are you feeling, Honey?”

“Much better, thanks,” I answered, hugging her gently as Oliver walked straight to Liam. “How is he?”

“Good, I think. There hasn’t been any more seizures so that’s a plus,” she replied as I passed and went to Liam too. I moved close to Oliver’s side, looking down at our best friend sadly because there wasn’t anything in this world I wanted more than for him to wake up and be alright. But he was stuck in that bed and he could be suffering. It hurt to see him like this.

“Come on, Liam,” I whispered, sitting down on the edge of his bed as I took his hand. “It’s time to wake up. Please. Wake up, Liam.”

“Sare, we can’t make him wake up,” Oliver whispered, touching his hand to my shoulder. “He will in his own time. When he’s ready.”

“No, I refuse to believe that. We can help him. We can tell him when it’s time,” I replied, looking up at him before down at Liam, felt my eyes start to water. “If you can hear me, Liam, open your eyes. Open your eyes, move a finger or make a sound. Tell me that you’re going to be better soon,” I told him, squeezing his hand gently. I stared at his still face for minutes, the silence suddenly consuming me as my eyes dried and I had to blink. I did so while I looked up to Oliver but he was watching Liam too, his expression blue.

“Okay,” he breathed and looked at me lightly but walked back. “I’m going to go find the vending machine,” he told me, giving me a small smirk before he turned and walked out. I sighed softly and moved off the bed to sit down in the chair next to Liam, keeping hold of his hand.

I was in the room alone for a while. In the quiet. It was scary and daunting to just sit here and watch him do nothing. What if he suddenly had another seizure? What if something bad happened?

A buzz came to my bum from my phone, making me retrieve it quickly and answer when it was my mother. I put it to my ear, knowing only bad news would come from her now that she was in New York.

“Mum, I’m not going to New York. I can’t. I’m sorry-.”

“No, Sweetheart. You’re coming. I was just calling to tell you that your flights are next Thursday to arrive on Saturday,” she cut me off as I clenched my jaw tightly, looking over Liam sadly again.

“I’m sorry Mum, but I’m not leaving my life here. I won’t.”

“You will, child and you will otherwise consequences will follow. I’m not asking you if you’d like to come, I’m telling you that you are coming. Whether you like it or not,” she replied before the line cut and I put my phone back down, clenching my jaw because there was no way in hell that I was leaving to go live with her. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t have to and I damn well won’t.

“Maybe when you wake up, we can rent out an apartment like we talked about,” I whispered, looking back at Liam. “Come home every afternoon and do whatever we want. It’ll just be us. We can order pizza for dinner or we could cook together. You could teach me some of your secrets in the kitchen,” I breathed and smiled softly. “You’ll always be the better cook. The better man,” I murmured, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it softly. “Can you open your eyes? Please? For me,” I whispered, touching my free hand to his head to gently caress his forehead. I watched him for a while but once again, I got nothing back.

“That reminds me,” I heard Oliver speak, making me glance back at him. “Mum was asking what we wanted for dinner,” he said bitterly, coming towards us to walk around the bed and stand on Liam’s other side.

“H-How long were you standing there?” I asked, feeling my throat go tight as I wondered back to what I’d said. The better man.

Fuck, I thought, biting my tongue next.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were there,” I looked at him softly as he shook his head.

“Of course you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” I replied and sighed softly.

“He’s more than me. He’s better than me. He’ll always be better and he’ll always be your first. Trust me, I know,” he said clean and clear as I nodded gently in agreement, staring down as I felt a pinch at my hand. “And that sucks but it what it is. It’s not like I can change how you feel for every guy,” he continued as I tilted my head a little, not understanding right away why there was pressure coming to my hand. “I’m just stupid and I’m going to sill be here for you because I love you and I’m going to let you do what you want because I love you-.”

“Oli,” I whispered, looking from him back to Liam’s hand as he squeezed mine.

“I know what you’re going to say. You say it every fucking day-.”

“He’s squeezing my hand,” I blurted and watched him shut his mouth and look down to our hands before a rich smile came up.

“I knew you were full of surprises,” he told Liam as he bumped his shoulder lightly and pressed the buzzer for the nurses but then ran out to tell Liam’s parents as I smiled widely too.

“Liam, it’s going to be okay,” I laughed softly, feeling tears fall at the same time as his grip ended but I held his hand tightly in return, bringing it up to my lips as I heard a few people come in at the same time.

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