Only You

About A Month Later

I kept checking my phone anxiously, it was a new thing I spent all my Friday evenings doing. Whenever Ollie told me his school was giving him screen time I'd wait by my phone until he called.

He always told me he loved me, and I said it back, knowing I meant it, even if I didn't know him 2 months ago. He'd wake me up with a good morning message on the weekends, when he could.

But it'd never just be a simple "good morning", there'd be a heart, or lots of kisses, or even I'd get a "good morning beautiful", or a "good morning princess".

He would always make me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the world, even if I looked like shit when we called, he'd tell me I was beautiful no matter what.

And I would do the same for him, because he was all of the things. Beautiful, handsome, pretty, hot, fit, whatever, anything, he was all of the good words.

He was amazing, perfect, my favourite person even though I hadn't known him two months. But the best thing was that he wasn't just my favourite person. He was my person.

He was the only guy I'd been with who actually valued and respected me, the only one who'd loved me fully for who I was.

I'd send him pictures of stuff I did, like this one time I tried to make brownies and they failed. He said they were a beautiful mess, then he said, "just like you".

We'd always play cheesy games together too, minigames of tennis or mobile games we could play together, turning on voice chat and just talking.

It always made me sad when he said his final goodbye on Sunday nights before he went back to school, and I had to survive until Friday without him.

But now it was Friday, my phone was next to me or in my hand wherever I went, and after 4 o'clock at some point, I'd see his name with a little heart after it come up on my screen.

When that happened, I'd always drop everything and run to my phone, waiting for "Ollie sent a chat" to appear afterwards.

'Did you hear?' he asked after I picked up his facetime call.

'Hear what?' I asked, not sure what he was talking about.

'The adults have sorted out half term. 3 days, in Bath, the four families, you know, Isabelle's, India's, then yours and mine.'

'No way!' I said in shock, my heart fluttering. It was over a month's time, but I was going to see him, finally!

'Yes way!' Ollie grinned when he saw my smile. 'I get to see your gorgeous face in person.'

'God, I love you so much.'

'I love you too. I'm so lucky to have the best, most amazing girlfriend ever.'

'I bet my boyfriend is better.'

'No. But he does love you very, very much.'

'Well, your girlfriend loves you more.'

'No, you don't, I love you more.'

'I love you more than anything else in the world.'

'Well, I love you more than anything else in the solar system.'

'Well, I love you more than anything else in the galaxy,' I laughed, the only thing we ever disagreed about being the cutest thing ever. Every time he came in with the "I love you more", I would get so many butterflies in my stomach I could explode.

'But I love you more than anything else in the universe.'

'Well, I love you more than anything else in the entire multiverse.'

'No, you can't do that to me!' Ollie groaned.

'I can because I did. I love you most.'

'You always do this. Damn. Well, I love you lots and lots and lots.'

'Yeah,' I replied, not knowing what to say, my words all taken by the cute face on my phone. This was the only reason I wanted a bigger phone. So I could see his face more.

'But yeah, the adults sorted out a thing in Bath at half term.'

'Yes, I'm looking forwards to it already.' I looked lovingly at him over the phone.

'What are you looking at?' he asked me, looking behind him.

'You,' I said, laughing. 'I can't help it. You're really, really cute.'

'Yep, you are too, though.' Ollie turned around and I saw one of his friends walking in through the door. He said something quietly to Ollie, then said hi to me like she usually did when she walked in on mine and Ollie's calls.

'Sorry, Summer, I have to go. My friends are back. I love you.'

'I love you too. Bye.'

When he hung up the phone, it was already immediately a good day because we'd talked. Every time I got to talk to him it was better than the last.

Every single time he was just more and more handsome than before, I'd always see when he saved the messages I'd sent him and, he just always made my heart flutter.

Now all that was left to do was hold out until half term.

Update: we broke up