𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, oliver quick

five.

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑. They went to parties together, studied together, and Oliver and Florence were even closer. She even managed to confront Charles and found a way to be more confident around him. 

"Mhm, Farleigh and I are cousins." Florence said. Her and Oliver were together in her dorm room after leaving her brother and his friends at a party. She gave him the cigar after she placed it in her mouth. "Oh i didn't know you were cousins." Oliver laid on his side on the bed, Florence came over and did the same. 

"Well, we grew up together. His mum ran to America at 19." Florence stared into his eyes, she was high that's for sure. She scooted closer to his face and Oliver did as well. Florence looked down at his lips before looking back into his eyes. 

He smirked before pulling her into a kiss. It was a deep and passionate. He pulled her leg over his waist as he ran his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Florence moaned into the kiss as he squeezed her ass.

He pulled away and placed kisses down her neck and chest, making a few marks before pulling away. "What's wrong?" She asked. "If we go further, I want it to be special." Oliver blushed as he stared down the beauty under him. 

Florence loved how sweet he was, she then noticed how he turned his attention behind her. "Oh you're adorable," Oliver grabbed a baby picture of Florence. She was covered in strawberries and her hair was up in a messy bun. 

Florence rolled her eyes, she always thought she looked horrible due to the countless times her mother scoffed at the picture. "Do you have any baby pictures?" Oliver shook his head and shrugged. "Really? Ollie, tell me about yourself."

Florence interlinked their fingers. "Um, I'm an only child, and um, my parents..." Florence noticed how hesitant he was about his parents. She gave him a reassuring look to make him feel comfortable. "I don't see them that much."

She nodded, "you don't have to tell me if you're uncomfortable."

Oliver shook his head. "No, no, I trust you. They have problems, addicts...mental health too." He looked away, ashamed of what his parents were. Florence placed her hands on his cheeks, pulling them to face her. 

"Ollie, don't be embarrassed. I still like you." She promised.

Beautiful, I still love you.

Oliver was now in the library, having the largest smile on his face since the woman he loved was now his girlfriend for about a mouth. She was finally his and only his. He carried books but met crosses with Michael. 

"Oliver Quick." Michael looked him up and down, noticing a big change due to his change of environment. "You've changed." It was true, Oliver stopped wearing his glasses, his outfit was even different, he seemed happier and free.

 But his aura stayed the same. A creepy little nerdy boy. Oliver shrugged at Michael's remark. "She'll break you" Michael warned as Oliver turned around and walked away. Oliver rolled his eyes, Florence was too kind and innocent. 

He left the library and began to walk towards Felix but saw Annabel alongside with him. "Oliver is weird and awkward, I even wonder why Flo likes him so much," Annabel scoffed. "I mean, you won't even speak to anyone other than Flo."

I love her, who else would I speak to.

"I mean, he likes her too and he's very introverted." Felix defended Oliver. Oliver began to slowly walk behind them, listening to their conversation about him. 

"In all honesty, nobody likes Oliver, I don't even think Florence does either." Felix scoffed at Annabel's remark. That was a lie, she practically loved Oliver. "Seriously, he's a scholarship boy, Florence is too but she's your sister. And his clothes are from Oxfam."

Felix gasped playfully. "That's way to harsh now, Annabel."

***

Exams and assignments pilled up and Florence didn't have time to meet up with Oliver. She was studying for her next exam before she heard a knock at her door. "Ollie darling what happened?" She gasped with she saw him with tear rolling down his beautiful face. 

Florence pulled him into a hug, his cheek squished against her breasts as he continued to cry into her chest. Florence pulled him onto her bed, comforting him until he was ready to tell her what was wrong. 

"Darling, are you ready to tell me?" Florence asked as she heard him stop crying for a moment. Oliver got off her chest and faced her.  "My father is dead." He mumbled, Florence gasped in shock. "He cracked his head on the pavement. Most likely drunk." Oliver rolled his eyes. 

"I am so sorry Oliver, truly." Florence placed his hand into hers, making sure that he felt comfortable around her. "How is your mother?"

Oliver shrugged, "she didn't care, knowing her."

"Darling, you have to skip the exams now. You're in not right mind to do them." Oliver shook his head. "Ollie, you have to, you also have to go home, darling."

Oliver resisted and couldn't look into her eyes. "I can't miss my exams, I'm not like you Florence. School is all I have." 

"No it is not. You have me Ollie." Florence reassured as she grabbed his chin to face her.