this love | o.r.

ii. late night talking

☁️: i've fr been holding off publishing this cuz it's seriously a rollercoaster without the fun part. and i say 'fun' but i quite literally have a rollercoaster phobia, so do what you will with that information... not proofread as per usual but it's LONG so get what you get and don't throw a fit

ps: sorry i took soooo long, but it's my spring break, so here ya go ! 

warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, sexual abuse... need i say more? 

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The night had been going accordingly.

The newly made-up couple stayed in for a movie and some couch cuddling—two weeks after Minnie's album release and they were right back at 1785 Cornelius Street.

The internet had gone wild over the two of them, yet often, Minnie and Olivia found themselves at a distance, safe in a state of constant belonging and comfort. There'd been no chaos, other than the mornings taken over by the blaring sound of the smoke alarm (when Minnie would try to cook) and no intrusions other than the frequent appearance of Dan, and sometimes even Harry (he would bring salad).

Olivia had been watching the credits scroll past the screen for several minutes now, and the continuous music was only irritating her further. She couldn't find the remote, and she feared it resided underneath a certain sleeping someone draped across her lap.

Hesitant, she nudged Minnie's shoulder. "Babe." She whispered gently to no avail.

"Baby." She tried again. "Come on, you wanna go to bed?"

Minnie groaned in response.

"Min, come onnnn." Olivia watched in adoration as she carefully caressed away a few messy strands of hair from Minnie's face.

The girl's eyes fluttered open. "Fine. But I'm not going back to sleep, the moment's over."

Olivia's eyebrows perked up.

Not to be TMI or anything, but what's been two weeks of bliss has also been two weeks of unresolved sexual tension. Exchanged looks would contain darkened irises, and heated make-out sessions would be ended by... Well, Minnie.

See, at this point, Olivia assumed all of those interruptions were a part of Minnie's act—merely playful intentions that led to massive proportions of teasing.

With that, the TV was switched off and forgotten by the two girls that giddily stumbled down the halls of their own home.

Abiding by the command of Olivia's movement, Minnie fell back onto their shared bed. Not a thought in mind that didn't revolve around the girl on top of her. The room was dark, but her mind remained lit with the sparks that coursed through her veins.

Comfort.

Olivia's hands roamed up and down her waist under her shirt, squeezing it in a way that brought her back to the most unfavorable of memories.

Panic.

"Liv-" Minnie tried through the breaths between kisses, but she'd been too quiet. "Liv-" She tried again, and she failed once more, the pacing of her heart facing a downward spiral.

"Olivia!" She yelped, shoving her back with hands on her shoulders. The girl fell back in shock. "I'm sorry, I- Did I-?"

Olivia's voice was lost at the sight of Minnie tearfully rushing to fix her shirt, backing away to the headboard as her chest heaved up and down.

She didn't know why she was so suddenly unnerved. Why she felt a wave of shame that twisted knots in her stomach. Why she felt as though she needed to step out of her skin and hide from the eyes of the world. There was no explanation for the feeling that was the fear that overtook her at this moment.