Justin x Oliver Oneshots

it's ok

Justin's P.O.V.

The guys have been joking around all day, having fake arguments, wrestling matches and overall just being lazy. That irritated Oli, who was getting ready for the tour. The last straw was something so simple. It's a joke from Darren.

"You guys need to pack," Oliver said as he came down the stairs from his room.

"One sec," Regie replies. He's playing Super Smash Bros with Seb.

"No more one seconds," Oliver moves to the TV and unplugs it, "Pack now." 

"Really Oli? Why so tense? You should join in on the fun. We'll pack later." Darren suggests. "Stop being such a mom."

It was a lame joke but it still caused a problem. "Seriously?" Oliver says.

"I can't even. I've been prepping for this tour since we learned about it and you can't even pack your clothes? You guys have been doing shit all today except for the occasional help of doing our everyday chores. There's a reason I'm tense. I wouldn't be if you helped, hell I'd even join you."

Oliver turns back to the stairs and goes to his room. We all just look at each other in shock. Seb makes a move to follow but I grab his wrist. 

"Give him a second ok?"

He nods at me. "For now, everyone go pack." I address them all. This time, no one says anything, they just head to their rooms. 

I wait a couple of minutes before doing the same because me and Oli share a room. When I get there, I knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I hear from the other side.

"Justin."

"Come in."

I walk into our room and am completely shocked to find it in several stages of disarray. There are clothes piled on the bed and floor. Chargers on the table as well as hygiene products and multiple pairs of sunglasses.

Oliver was walking around looking for something in the chaos.

"What are you looking for?" I ask him.

He doesn't answer. "Oli?"

"Hmm?" He finally looks up at me.

"What are you looking for?"

"My phone. But it's fine, I'll find it, you pack." He continues looking around.

"I already did."

Those three words alone caused Oli to pause. He looked back to me again "Really?"

"Yep." A look of relief washed over him. "I've been packed for a week. Everyone else is packing now."

He nods. "Also, your phone is on your nightstand."

Oliver looks at it, sighs and sits on his bed, placing his head in his hands. I take a seat next to him. "Are you okay?" 

He shakes his head. "I've been so stressed out and as much as I understand where the guys are coming from, I want everyone to be ready." He inhales sharply. "But then I seem hypercritical because, of this disaster. It also seems like everything I need is no where to be found." Oliver starts to spiral, going from one thing to the next.

"Oli?" I grab his wrist so he pays more attention to me then everything else. "It's ok."

Tears start to well up in his eyes, "It doesn't feel like it is." 

I start rubbing his back for comfort and he slowly leans toward me. I envelop him in a hug. I can feel his shoulder drop and all of the tense muscles relax. "Thank you." He whispers.

"No problem. Now that we got that out of the way, I'll help you pack and clean up. Just tell me if you can't find something and I'll look, ok?"

He nods and we start to work around the room. About an hour or so later we had cleaned the entire room and he packed his bag. 

"Thank you again." He says.

"No problem." I give him a kiss on the cheek before making my way downstairs for dinner.