Miss You

Untitled Part 8

It's been a few weeks now and Oli still hasn't left my flat. I guess he assumes he moved in. Being the person I am, I couldn't kick him out. I was too nice to him. I go over to Dan and Phil's flat and complain to them for a while. I get a call from Pj, and answer it.

"Meet me outside." He says and hangs up.

"Well then, pushy much." I giggle to myself causing Phan to stare at me weird. "Sorry, it's Pj" I quickly walk down to the lobby. Awaiting me was a large bundle of balloons and behind that was a kneeling Pj with flowers. "A little overboard don't you think?" I joke, and leave a kiss on Pj's cheek.

"Just a little, but the lady at the flower shop was like 'oh it's for a girl, you must be proposing, for you half off everything, here's several balloons and a huge thing of flowers, oh I just love young love' and she basically did that in one breath, and I was a little scared to refuse her offer. Also it looks better on film." He kisses my lips, and grabs his now obvious camera from the desk. Turning off the camera and placing it in the travel bag, he grabs his 'solid romance' as the lady at the store called it, and follows me up to my flat. He sets all his stuff down and looks around. "Still haven't packed? So are you refusing my offer now, or are you procrastinating like Daniel next door?"

"What can I say, your friends are rubbing off on me. We can pack right now, if you don't mind." He nods and grabs one of the boxes from the pile and starts putting my movies and stuff in it. I head into my bedroom with another box and start packing a few of my knick knacks.

"So why didn't you tell me you were moving out?" I jump at the random question from Oli.

"I didn't think it concerned you, and that you wouldn't still be here a month later."

"If you didn't want me here, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, you know I can't say no."

"Oh, I see. I'll just leave you alone then. Never see you, until we happen to run into each other again." He walks out of the room. I chase after him.

"Oli wait, I didn't mean it like that. I love you, you're my best friend, or were my best friend. Skye can be jealous all she wants."

"Is that how you really feel about him?" Pj's voice answers me.

"Pj, you're my boyfriend, of course I love you more. I was just trying to keep Oliver from hating me forever. Yeah, I love Oli but I've moved on romantically. He's my friend and nothing more."

"I don't want to have to compete for your love Aly."

"You don't have to. Oli means nothing compared to you."

"Oh, so now I'm nothing? Make up your mind Aly." Oli butts into the conversation.

"I thought I was clear. I want my boyfriend and my best friend."

"Aly, we don't want to compete for time with you. Pj already said that."

"I won't choose. I'm not settling for one."

"Then I'm leaving, Oli you can have her." Pj grabs his camera bag and walks out. Tears start falling down my face. I just lost the second love of my life because I couldn't let go of the first. I feel my knees give out from under me, and nothing until I wake up the next morning in my bed. I sit up too fast and immediately fall back onto my pillow from the blood rush. I regain myself and walk to the kitchen to be greeted by Oli.

"Why are you still here? I thought you didn't want me either."

"I couldn't leave you in that condition. Besides if you didn't wake up like I had hoped you would, I would've had to have taken you to the hospital, and get your parents involved, and explain to them the trauma you just went through."

"Thanks I guess?"

"Just so you know I love you too... in a platonic way." he chuckles, I smile and sit down at my breakfast nook.

"So what's for breakfast?"

"Waffles and a shot of Jager." I raise an eyebrow at him. "I was kidding about the Jager. The waffles were real though." He punctuates his sentence by pulling a waffle out of the waffle maker and handing it to me. I slowly eat the food and watch as he does the same with his own waffle. Once I finish the food I look at my phone.

"Well I have to go to work now. I guess I'll see you later Oli." I give him a small smile and go to my room to change for work. I quickly leave the flat and make it to work ten minutes early. I go ahead and clock in and begin what seemed like the longest shift I ever had. After my eternal day at work I head home and grab a take-out pizza for dinner. Oli lights up immediately when he notices the pie in my hand once I walk in the door.

"Hello beautiful.... and Aly." He laughs to himself and grabs a few napkins to eat our pizza with. We eat with the dull roar of some random tv show playing in the background. After the pizza was finished I head to the bathroom to wash away the stress of work. The hot water cascades down my back, making me relax the most I have in the last few days. It was so relaxing that I almost didn't hear the door open and Oli whisper. "I never once regretted our relationship. My only regret was losing you. I know it should have been me that visited you since you were so busy with uni. But I was too focused on my band that I didn't realize I was losing the best thing that ever happened to me." I listen to him and feel my heart sink.

"It's not entirely your fault. I was too busy pretending to be a productive student that I couldn't even text you to make sure you were alive."

"Pretending to be a productive student?" He questions.

"Yeah I didn't wanna tell Pj but I kinda dropped out of uni a year ago. Instead of going to classes I was working at a little club helping out the dj. I've learned a lot of weird shit Oliver." He laughs at me.

"So, uhh I was wondering- even though you just went through a traumatic breakup that I basically caused- would you want to be my girlfriend again?" 

I pause for a long time, thinking of the pros and cons of getting back with Oli. "You know what? Yeah. I will."

"Do I have permission to kiss you or do I have to wait until you're clothed?"

"If you can handle this sexy body then you can kiss me right now." He laughs and joins me in the shower. He leaves a gentle kiss on my cheek before moving to my lips and kisses me with more passion.

"I think I might be able to handle you." We finish in the shower and dry off, ending up in my bedroom, spooning. Oli gently playing with my hair, I fall asleep in his arms.

Did I really only write a half chapter? Oh well, this book is really hard to write. Like I know where I want to go, but I can't figure out how to get there. If you understand that. So just be patient if you actually read this book. I'm really trying.