angel baby (heavy editing)

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    The sudden ring of his phone startled Oliver awake. He sat up quickly and was momentarily confused why he did until his cell phone sounded again.
"Fuck", he cursed and reached out to grab it where it was by his bedside table. He wondered how long he had been sleeping. He checked to see the caller. Whatever sleep was left behind his eyelid immediately disappeared as he saw Lia's name on his phone's screen.
Why would she be calling? Was Chris okay? What happened to Chris?
He immediately picked up trying to ignore the way his heart beat irregularly in his chest.
It was fine. He was overreacting. Chris was not his responsibility.
"Lia, is everything alright?" Were his first question to her so he in fact was worried.
"Oh yes. Did I make you worry? I'm sorry. Everything is fine"
Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal. Oliver was sure he had a problem.
"Do you need anything? Can I help with something?"
He rubbed his eye lid looking around. He really needed to know what the time was. He could tell it was late and if Lia was calling this late then she was lying and something was truly wrong.
Perhaps she just wanted to check up on you.
He doubted that.
"Yes, actually. I don't know the right way to say this but-"
"I don't ever want to see you again" "You've become such a burden to me and my son and I can only worry about so much"
Except Lia didn't say any of that. Instead she said,
"Well, Chris is not comfortable staying home and neither am I honestly. If it's not too much trouble, can he stay with you for a few days? A week tops?"
And that was how Oliver and his mother found themselves, at midnight, standing at the front entrance of their mansion home waiting for Lia to arrive. It was cold, almost freezing but his mother had insisted they wait. Something about being good hosts.  Oliver could almost feel her excitement. She had been waiting for this moment for so long. But couldn't they wait inside? Like Oliver was oddly excited too but he really didn't want to get hypothermia.
Finally, from afar, they saw Lia's car drive to their front entrance. And just like before, his heart rate pick up pace.  What was happening to him? It was all fun and crushes until he realizes that he genuinely had a medical problem. The car stopped close enough and moments later mother and son alighted. If his own mother wasn't like 40 or so, she would probably be jumping on her feet.
Oliver then focussed his attention back on Chris as he walked towards them with his mother. Even at this distance, Oliver could see how tired and exhausted he looked but he was still...too much.
Seconds later, they arrived close enough for a conversation to occur.
"I'm so sorry for inconveniencing you like this", Lia spoke to his mother apologizing.
"No no, it's no bother"
"Thank you for doing this"
"I'm happy too. Don't mention. Why don't you stay also?"
"Oh no. I'm going to stay at Lena's. She's expecting me"
That made sense, Oliver thought.
Oliver wanted to be excited that both women were having a decent conversation but he didn't know if it was just eyeservice because both sons were present or it was genuine.
"And I'm really sorry for your loss. My condolences"
He saw the look of pain in Lia's eyes as she nodded. He still hadn't looked at Chris who stood inches away from him. Oliver was bodily bigger than Chris and most boys his age but why did he feel so small next to him?
"Thank you. I'll take my leave now"
Chris left his side to hug his mother.
"Will you be okay here?" He felt her whisper.
He then realized this might be the first time Lia was leaving Chris on his own.
Wow.
Chris nodded though.
She quickly kissed his forehead, looked at Oliver for a while to smile at him before she was on her merry way.
Once she got into her car and drove away, Oliver counted three mississippis in his head and then,
"Oh Chris it's so lovely to have you here"
His mother was using her sweet mother voice on him. He hoped, for her sake, Chris could stand it.
"We've prepared your room for you"
And they had or rather she had, Oliver had watched. He had never seen his mother work that hard and fast in his life. He also made sure to point out that Chris didn't like flashy colors.
"Come", she collected his bag from him and handed it to Oliver. It looked heavier than he thought.
"Oliver will show you to your room. Oliver?" She called. They were already on their way in. Oliver quickly followed and close the door behind him.
"But first, do you want something to eat? Anything?"
Chris shook his head at her. He looked around  the house and Oliver could tell he was fascinated. Not to sound elite or like a capitalist (except he was), their home was phenomenally beautiful. Art wife and architect/engineer husband? Match made in heaven.
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning. Do you want anything specifically for breakfast?"
And the questions were enough. His mother didn't even cook breakfast.
"Mom, can we just decide that in the morning? Please"
His mother exhaled. He wasn't even surprised that she was holding her breathe. Chris was like the prime minister of their country.
"You're right, you're right. I'll get out of your hair. Goodnight Christopher, sleep well"
Oliver almost cringed at the way his mother used his government name. Thankfully she walked away to her room and then it was just two of them.
His mother had made arrangements that Chris's room be close to his. It made sense because Chris, still in mourning could need anything at anytime but Oliver felt uneasy. She even made it so that the two of them shared balcony.
Clearing his throat,
"So follow me"
He turned to walk away and hoped Chris was indeed following him, not that he had any reason not to but he was sure as hell not turning to confirm. A few steps and he heard silent footsteps behind him confirming that Chris indeed was following him.
They climbed stairs and stairs because even though the house was beautiful, the size was absurd.
They arrived at Chris's room first. Oliver opened the door to the room and walked in. Though the room was available and almost ready, his mother had truly done a good job. He only hoped Chris liked it. Not that he cared because he didn't.
"This is it"
Chris walked in also and looked around the room. He didn't say anything but at least he isn't running for the woods. Maybe he had that selective mutism going on.
He turned and collected his bag from Chris and then he was undressing that Oliver had to blink and blink again that he was seeing clearly. When he finally got his brain to focus, Chris was pulling off his shirt. Oliver felt his cheeks heat up as he looked away. The suddenness of everything was shocking.
"So, um, my room is next door if you um need anything. Okay, bye"
He controlled himself not to spare him another glance because who knew, he might be naked then.
Fuck. He didn't need that imagery.
Fuck. Fuck.
He quickly hurried out and shut the door behind before rushing to his own room and lying on his bed.
His heart beat was still acting up. He had a problem, a very big problem.
         Oliver was almost dosing off when he heard the light knock on his door. At first he ignored it. It could have been the breeze for all be knew but the low sound came again and again that he had to stand. He knew who it was before he opened it.
Chris stood in front of his door in probably the sluttiest (for lack of better wording) nightwear Chris had ever seen. He wanted to look away because he didn't need that right now. He really didn't.
Maybe he was dreaming because he had laid in bed for an hour thinking about his sudden attraction to the said boy. They did say dreams work that way.
Then a phone was in his face. Definitely a dream.
He focussed his attention on the screen. There was typed text on it.
       I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you, please? I promise I'll be quiet.
       Oliver's mind truly twisted the words on the screen. It really did. He felt himself blush. Twice in one night. He faced the boy again who was looking at him with so much anticipation that the dimly lit room could allow him offer.
He stepped aside to let him come in. Closing the door behind him, Oliver prayed to every higher power that he wouldn't do anything to embarrass himself.
He was fucked.

(A/N: I'm sorry this is coming late and I know I promised a double/triple update but something came up and I failed to deliver. I'll make it up to you. :(( Thank you to everyone who reads and votes for my book. Thank you sooooo much. In advance the next chapter is dedicated to every reader of  Oliver ʘ‿ʘ)