Justin x Oliver Oneshots

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Oliver's P.O.V.

Stress is at an all-time high. After coming back from the tour and break, we have so much to do. Filming needs to be done as well as making music. It's also hard keeping your mental health good when everything is pure chaos. 

There is a substantial underlying cause to all the stress and some sort of aching sadness. Small little annoyances also happen throughout the day that make it worse—not being able to find something. Messing up. Losing a game. Being too hot. Being too cold. Anything you can think of. 

Currently, all the boys are gone, except for Justin who is sitting on the couch across from me. He's doing some work on his computer and I am eating lunch.

"You know, it's about time that you took a break." Justin says.

"Yeah."

We go silent again and I start scrolling through my phone. After finishing my food, I go to put my dishes in the sink but drop my plate.

"Shit."

I drop to the ground and start picking up the pieces

"Oli? Are you ok?" Justin comes into the kitchen to check on me.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" One of the pieces of glass cut my hand.

"Oli stop. You're bleeding."

My eyes were watering. "Fuck."

"Oli."

"It's fine. I'm fine. I will clean it up."

"Oli. Stop."

I shook my head and stood up. "Sorry."

I ran to my room. I heard Justin following me. As soon as I got to my room, I locked the door.

"Oli, let me in."

My back pressed against the door. I slid down the door and started crying. There was so much stress and pressure in my head. It was getting too much. I tried looking at my hand but everything was blurry. I saw the red of the blood and tried wiping it away on my shirt.

The door handle shook. "Oli, come on. Please open the door."

Justin being there only made my crying worse. My breath became jagged and shallow. 

Justin's P.O.V.

As soon as Oli made a run for it, I did too. Only to end up locked out of his room. I tried to get him to open the door. I could hear him crying.

"Oli, I'm begging you. Open the door. I need to help you."

"I'm fine." I heard through the door.

I sat down. "No, you're not. People who are fine don't lock others out and deny help."

There was no response just more crying. 

"At least let me look at your hand."

That's when I remembered there was a ladder in the garage. I quickly made my way down the stairs and into the garage. I grabbed the ladder to set up outside his window. I opened the door and ran around the house to Oli's window. I climbed the ladder and into Oli's room—Romeo & Juliet style.

Upon getting there, I see Oliver sitting against the door crying and clutching his hand. I kneel next to him and pull him into a hug. His arms wrap around my torso, gripping my shirt in his hands. He just cries.

I play with his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. His breath starts to even out and he gets quieter before he's just holding me tight.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

"For what? You have nothing to be sorry about."

"I locked you out and broke a plate."

"So?"

"I think I also got blood on your shirt."

"Ok, and?"

He looks up at me. His eyes are red and puffy. He raises an eyebrow at me.

"All that matters right now is that we get your hand wrapped and take a break." I wipe the remaining tears off his face. 

"Thank you."

"Of course." 

I stand and give him my hand. He takes it, then I pull him up. I don't let go of his hand until we get to the bathroom. I take his opposite hand and put it under the tap to get some cool water on it as well as wash off the blood. I grab bandages from under the sink and Polysporne. Once I dry off his hand, I put the Polysporne on the cut and wrap his hand. 

"Better?" I ask.

He nods so I take his hand and give it a little kiss.

I look at him, "So it will heal better." I explain.

A smile forms on his face. 

"Ok, change into something comfortable. I'll be right back."

I leave, grab two water bottles and get changed as well. When I get back, I see Oli standing in the middle of the room, on his phone. I walk up to him and take the phone.

"You need a break. From everything including your phone." I hand him a water bottle as a replacement. 

I put my water on his nightstand along with his and my phones. I lift the blankets, climb in and open my arms for him. He sets down his water and comes to lie down. He puts his head on my chest and I run my fingers through his hair once again.

"Go to sleep, ok? You deserve it."

"What about filming and the music?"

"Those can wait. Besides, it's no good if you're not ok. So sleep."

"Ok........ Justin?"

"Yeah, Oli?"

"Thank you. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"Me neither." I joke.

I hear him laugh slightly before he relaxed finally.