Challenging 5 || Ollie Lynch

The war is over.

*Ami's pov*

I sit cross legged on my bed wearing my headphones once again and listening to 'Scott Street' by Phoebe Bridgers. Why was my life suddenly so shit? One year ago around this time, my life was something I could have only dreamed of. Well, it all went down to one person- Ollie Lynch. He was the light in my dark tunnel, the torch in my darkness, the smile when everyone else frowns. I could tell my mental health was rapidly decreasing and I didn't know how to get back up. I sigh and just stare at the wall. I need to get better, I had to before I am stuck at the bottom forever. I pin my pride down and pick up my phone to call the one person in my life who I could tell was forever there for me.
"Ols?" I cry down the line.
"Hold that thought." Suddenly something hit my window.
"What?" I shake my head.
"Well look outside then, idiot." He laughs. I couldn't even explain how quickly I ran to my window. Pulling the curtains apart, I see the curly blonde standing in darkness. I grin as he winks.
"Well come and open the door for me then." He tuts but I could hear him smiling.
I crack open the door and run into Ollie's arms. "It's okay, baby." He strokes my hair with such tender care as I cry into his chest.
"You're here."
"I'm here. You're mine remember?" And just like that, the worries sprinted away and they were replaced with butterflies as my heart skipped a beat. Those words in his mouth: my happy place.

"Come lie down." Ollie taps the space next to him. I did as he told me and slotted into his arms. I peer up at him but I forgot all about his bruises. I take a sharp intake of air.
"You okay?"
"The bruises." I state running my fingers over them.
"Yeah, that fucker got me hard. Don't tell me you are still with him."
"I was breaking up with him that's why he was being rough with me in the corridor." I look to the side, blushing.
He pulls my chin. "So you really are broken up?"
"Yes." I breathe but instantly get nervous as his face gets so close to mine. "Let me get you help." I jump up and run to my bathroom. I appear a minute later with a first aid kit in my hands. "I need to treat it or it will get infected." I sit cross legged opposite him on the bed as he stares back at me. I pull out a wipe and start wiping his face. All that could be heard was our heavy breaths as we were centimetres apart from each other. I carry on wiping his face until he grabs my wrist and gently lowers it down making me stare into his eyes. Something unspoken flows between us and he slowly pulls closer to me. Our lips were millimetres apart when I moved my head down.
"Ollie." I breathe. "You can't break my heart again." I shake my head until he stops it, my head in his hands.
"I'll rather die than put you through that again." And with that, his lips manoeuvre mine like he was searching for something. My heart rate increases as I realise that I am free. Free of Declan, free of the mental abuse and finally free from the grey cloud hanging above me. Free like a damn, fucking bird again and it felt like heaven.