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Olli Maatta (Pittsburgh Penguins)

Olli's POV: based on little things by one direction :)

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bare this in mind it was, meant to be."
The first time I met the love of my life, we were in the library. I was just trying to find a good book for road trips and she was inevidently lost in the world that was Looking for Alaska by John Green. I was walking, reading a list of good books for road trips on my phone and she was reading her book, while, for some odd known reason, pacing the shelves of the aisle. Neither of us saw each other and we collided, my much larger frame colliding with hers and knocking her smaller body over. The second I helped her up and her hand slipped in mine, I knew that I had to get to know this girl. Your hand fits perfectly in the one person's hand it seems, and this was my girl. So I did get to know her. I got to know the shy side of her, the outgoing side, the adventurous side, the romantic side, the lovable side, the playful side, the mad side, the upset side. If Y/N was a shape, she would be one of those 3D shapes that has like 40 sides. Or like the dice from the game Scatergories, the one that has 26 sides. That's Y/N. She has so many sides to her, and over the course of the last 4 years, I have found myself desperately in love with every single side of her. The sad, insecure side of her though, was always the worst side of the many. Today, I came home from practice, that side in full force.
I came home to silence, and despite Y/N's car in the driveway, somehow it seemed as if no one was home. "Y/N?" I called in the silence, even though I expected no one to answer. I walked up the stairs and through the hall until I hit her favorite spot; our ginormous king bed. She was lying face down in the bed, a big puddle of either drool or tears (hopefully drool, as disgusting as it sounds, I don't like seeing my girl cry) sitting next to her head. She rolled over onto her back, clearly getting the puddle of whatever in her hair, which caused her to groan at the contact of her hair with the wetness, and she got up. "Olli?" She croaked and I smiled. "Ya, baby?" I asked and she shook her head. "Oh I don't need anything. I was just wondering if it was you." She admitted and I smiled. "What's in that puddle next to you?" I asked. "Oh, I had a glass of water and it spilled a bit. No worries." She smiled and ran her thumb across her eyebrows, her sign that she was lying. "You just did the eyebrow thing. You do that every time you're lying. Tell me the truth." I said sternly and she sighed. "I'm just thinking about myself. About all the things I don't like." She admitted and I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "Like what?" I asked.
"You can't go to bed without a cup of tea. Maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me. I know you never loved, the sound of your voice on tape, you never love, to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me."
"How I'm not skinny, how ugly my voice sounds on tape, how I talk too much in my sleep, probably because you're my only friend so I don't have anyone else to talk to." She admitted and once she said that, both of our tears started falling. "I don't care how much you weigh. And if someone thinks that's a factor of something that doesn't make you beautiful is clearly pretty mental. Isn't it better to not have as many friends so you can spend the most time with the love of your life? Your voice is the cutest thing in the world, how it's so high pitched when you're shy, how your laugh can make people laugh, and how your smile can make everyone around you smile. I don't care what your regular voice, your singing voice, or your taped voice is. To me, they are just your voices and they are just a part of you that I love, okay? I love you." I spilled and she sat up opening her arms. I crawled into bed and layed next to her, moving her head so it would rest on my chest. "I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to. I'm in love with you, and all your little things." I sang to her softly and soon enough, her breathing turned steady and she started sleeping. "Oh I'm in love with you, and all your little things."

hell yes lazy day and my jammmm just came on :))))