Open Windows, Closed doors.

Looking past this, looking at him.

Oliver, reluctantly, opened his eyes.
Infront of him, unfortunately, wasn't Kristian.
Like he has hoped.
It was Felix. The guy who ruined him.

"Listen, i don't want you anywhere near Kristian. Okay? Stay the fuck away from him- i worked to get him to be mine and he's staying that way."
Felix speaks through gritted teeth.

Oliver wants to snap, maybe punch him, he's not the strongest guy but he could probably throw a decent punch? No, he's too malnourished for that. He doesn't have the strength too.
Also Felix being how he is would probably beat the ever living fuck out of him and leave him a hospital patient for his remaining lifetime.

He tries to speak, he wants to say something. Prefferably not something stupid.

"No."

"No." That was all Oliver managed to utter out. And that, that was stupid.

Felix is practically fuming, he grabs Oliver by his collar, shoving him into the nearest wall and speaking, his voice is low, threatening.
"Listen here you piece of shit, i will not have you take what's mine. And mine only. "

"Shut your mouth felix. He's not some piece of property to be traded around." Oliver says, having far too much audacity in the moment.

"You won't do a single fucking thing about it-"

"But i will."
Felix's words are abruptly cut off the the sound of a gun cocking and being aimed.
Both of them, suprised, look over to see Elena, holding a Glock 17 in her hand and having it aimed at Felix, a sly grin on her face.

"You let him go right this second." She says, her finger hovering over rhe trigger.

God, women are amazing. Thank god Elena has a gun permit. And that she saw Felix running and in good instict chased after him.

Felix. Not being a fucking moron, drops Oliver, apologises profusely and runs like his life depends on it. Because it does.
Elena smirks, jokingly pulling the trigger.

The gun wasn't loaded. Atleast not that time.

Teenage boys are so easy to scare, and fool.

She walks over to Oliver and helps him up, getting him to his feet.

"He didn't hurt you too bad, right? You're okay?" She asls as she helps him up.

"I mean, probably bruised and going to have a nasty headache. But i'm alive." Oliver says as he stumbled to his feet, dusting himself off.

"So, you've got a guest. I think i'll give you too some privacy." She says with a smirk, patting Oliver on the shoulder.

As he glances over her shoulder, she sees Kristian standing there, nervous and trembling.

"He's the one who got me to come out here, thank him." And with that, Elena walks off,
leaving Kristian and Oliver there in an arkward silence.

"I'm not mad at you Kristian." He says, after far too long of an arkward silence.

"You should be-"

"But i can't be. I can never be mad at you. I care about you too much for that....

...I understand if you love him-"

"Hell no i don't love him! You really think i would love him?!" Kristian retorts, appalled at even the suggestion.

"Well you're his boyfriend, are you not?" Oliver asks, his voice laced with spite.

"Yeah, because i thought i lost you. I thought you didn't love me and-"

"Kristian i've always loved you. Every little gift i gave, every moment, that day you bumped into me at the museum, all of it. Every time i saw you through a window, all of it.
I loved you. I love you Kristian."
His eyes fill with tears, his fists clenched by his sides. He knows he won't say it back- he just knows it but he had to say it anyway-

"I love you too Oliver."

"What really- you do- You mean it-?" Olivers eyes shine with hope, joy, relief, he almost started rambling, wondering if he was dreaming.

"Oh shut up and let me kiss you-"
Kristian mumbles, putting his hand on Oliver's cheek and kissing him softly.

Oliver shut right up. He has not once been as stunned as he was there and then.

He wrapped his arms around Kristian's waist, kissing him back.

That moment felt like it might aswell have lasted an eternity, to them, it did, it definetly did.

The night sky clouded, drops of rain starting to fall over them. But they didn't care, they had eachother, finally. After months, months of difficulty, They finally had eachother.

They held eachother as the rain started to pour, clinging to eachother like their lives depended on it. Like if they would let go, the other would vanish once again.

They start to walk towards Oliver's place, Kristian clinging onto his arm as they walk through the rain.

They get inside and Elena hands them towels, giving them each clean clothing.
It had to be Oliver's clothing, and it was absolutely massive on Kristian, but he decided that Oliver was never actually getting it back.

They sat down at the kitchen table, Elena getting to know Kristian, having friendly discussions. She made them a hot meal and warm drinks aswell, making sure they weren't freezing to death.

"So... Can i see your room?" Kristian asks, curious and intrigued.

Oliver remembers the state that his room is in and smiles shyly.
"Well... It's a massive mess... I hope you don't mind- it's disgusting-"

"I don't mind, i have 3 younger siblings, it can't be that bad."

So, reluctantly, Oliver leads Kristian upstairs to his gremlin cave that he calls a bedroom.

All the windows and the blinds are shut, it smells like dust and grease, theres a few piles of dirty laundry, art supples, this that and the other. It's difficult to walk through.

"Well, we can't have you living like this-" Kristian says with a little smile. He walks in to the room and starts to help Oliver clean, getting it tidy. Oliver is suprised to say the least, he thought Kristian would be more repulsed by the dark garbage room he called home.

But he wasn't. He didn't shame him. He didn't get disgusted at him. He helped him.

They cleaned for a few hours, laughing, talking, playing music, and occasionally dancing and singing along. Even if their music tastes were very different, their one thing they had in common was Cavetown, so they sang along to that. Kristian also absolutely loved getting to go through Oliver's stuff.
He also found the old paintings Oliver had made of him, That was embarrassing since there was dates on the paintings.
Kristian loved it however, he decided to take one home with him.

They opened the windows,
and they closed the doors.

After cleaning for far too long, they both collapsed onto Oliver's bed.
They cuddled up into eachothers arms.
Oliver places kisses all over Kristian's face, bombarding him with affection and love.

The love that they missed out on for so long.

The love that they finally have.