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°3rd person°

Oliver cried and cried, he wouldn't go to sleep. It has been a week since Pheobe died and a couple days since the funeral.

"Come on Ollie please go to sleep." Michael begged his son. It was three in the morning and Michael had to get up to go to work in about four hours.

"I want mummy!" The little boy cried. Michael sighed and put his head his hands.

He lifted his hand when he got an idea. He left the room that had his son in it and got his guitar.

When Oliver was little, just born, and he go in his fights and not want to sleep Michael would sing to him. It was always the same song. Phoebe always left when he would throw his fit and would leave Michael to deal with him by himself.

He pulled the chair up to his bed, sat down, and started to play. Slowly, Oliver would stop his crying and sit down on his bed.

Michael started to sing, "I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start,"

Oliver hiccupped as he put his thumb in his mouth, holding his baby blanket against his body. Michael continued.

"You put your arms around me And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go, You put your arms around me and I'm home,"

Oliver lied back on his bed, putting his head on his pillow. He was still holding his blanket with his thumb in his mouth.

"How many times will you let me change my mind and turn around?
I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown, I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me 'cause I'm already falling, I'll never let a love get so close, You put your arms around me and I'm home"

Oliver's eyes were fluttering, he was content on watching his father but sleep was slowly taking him.

"The world is coming down on me and I can't find a reason to be loved
I never wanna leave you but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone, You put your arms around me
And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go, I hope that you see right through my walls I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling, I'll never let a love get so close, You put your arms around me and I'm home,"

Michael looked at his son and his bed slowly falling asleep and smiled to himself. He knew this worluld work. He didn't know why he didn't think about it before.

"I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth, And I've never opened up, I've never truly loved 'til you put your arms around me, And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go,"

Ollie's eyes were closed and he was almost completely asleep, every so often he would peek to make sure his father was still there singing to him. And Michael was, he continued to sing until he finished the song.

"I hope that you see right through my walls, I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling ,I'll never let a love get so close, You put your arms around me and I'm home,"

Michael stopped playing and set his guitar beside the chair. He pulled up the blanket and kissed his forehead.

"You put your arms around me and I'm home." He whisper next to his ear. "I love you, Ollie. Good night."

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So not an update but I thought I would give you something to tie you over til I actually update I am almost done writing it and its gonna be good, you'll find out why Mikey hates going to his parents. Oh and I am starting g a new mashton fic.. Its called The To do List... The idea isn't mine but she let me have it.. So keep an eye out for it...
Yeah hope you like it Arms is my favorite song of all time!!
Kisses,
T.c.

2/3/15

Non update