Boundless

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 (𝟐𝟖)

Mattheo

I jogged off the pitch, my mind still running through the drills from training, but it was hard to focus. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened with Olivia—how things had fallen apart, how her words still echoed in my head. I had tried to put the thoughts aside during practice, but now, as I made my way toward the locker rooms, they crept back into my mind.

That's when I heard it.

"Mattheo!"

I stopped mid-step, my heart skipping a beat at the sound of her voice. I turned just in time to see Olivia running toward me, her blonde hair bouncing with each step. She was coming for me—after everything. After the fight, after all the accusations.

Before I could even react, she was there, crashing into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she buried her face in my chest. My hands instinctively found their way to her waist, and without hesitation, I lifted her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around me immediately, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe again. She was here, in my arms, where she belonged.

"I'm sorry, Mattheo, I'm so sorry!" she rambled, her words coming out in a jumble, her voice shaking. "I didn't believe you... I thought you were being pushy and immature, but I was wrong. I should've trusted you. It was Draco... he told Sebastian. It wasn't you. It wasn't your fault."

I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body pressed so closely to mine. Hearing her say it, hearing her finally understand, felt like a weight being lifted off my chest.

She pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, her tears falling freely now. "I love you, Mattheo," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much. Please... don't hate me for everything I said. Please tell me you still want me to be your girlfriend. Tell me you don't hate me now."

I couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound of it escaping my lips as I looked at her—this beautiful, messy girl in my arms. How could I hate her? After everything, after all the turmoil, there was only one thing that mattered: her. She was mine, and I was hers.

I placed my hand on her cheek, wiping away a stray tear with my thumb before leaning in, my lips brushing against her forehead. "Baby, I could never hate you. You're the last person I could ever hate." I smirked, pulling back to look at her again, my heart racing in my chest. "I'll never stop wanting you, Olivia. You've always been mine, and I've always been yours."

Her eyes searched mine, a mix of hope and relief in them, as if she still couldn't quite believe it. She bit her lip, waiting for me to say something else, and I couldn't resist anymore. I kissed her—slow, tender, and full of all the words we hadn't spoken. All the things we had been too afraid to say.

When I pulled away, she looked up at me, her eyes still wet but her smile was the brightest thing in the world. "You're mine, Mattheo. And I'm never letting you go again."

I grinned, my hands tightening around her, feeling her press against me. "I love you, Olivia," I murmured, brushing my lips against hers again, this time just for the hell of it. "Now, let's get out of here before I kiss you senseless."

She laughed, her arms tightening around me. "I like the sound of that," she teased, pressing her lips to mine one more time.

And in that moment, everything felt right again. The fight, the misunderstandings—they seemed so far away. It was just me and her now, no more games, no more lies. Just love.

Just us.