The Greaser and The Soc, A M!Reader x 2p! England Love Story

Chapter Seven; Butterflies

---(M/N)'s POV---

It'd been about four months since our one year anniversary. We'd been doing well up until this last month. We'd been getting in a few fights with eachother. Ollie was questioning where our relationship was going. Where he was going, where I was going. Whether or not we could ever get married.

I didn't know what to say. Only telling him; "don't worry about it," and "I love you, that's all that matters."

I knew Ollie was worried, and I was too. So here I was sitting in my house. The door locked, the radio off, lying in my bed staring at the blank ceiling above me. I looked over the surface, looking for an answer to my problems. Something to tell me what I was supposed to do when Ollie was questioning us.

I sighed, sitting up from my restless place. I was trying to take a nap, being sleep didn't come easy these days. I was awake thinking of some fairytale solution that would magically remove the tense meetings between Ollie and I.

I stood from my place, walking downstairs and slid my shoes on. Throwing my leather jacket over my shoulders.

It was when I was halfway there an thought hit me. I stopped in my tracks, looking at the cracked sidewalk beneath my feet.

What if Ollie wanted to break up with me?

I wanted to shake the thought from my mind as I began off again. But it kept coming back, an all to real possibility with the way our relationship was going.

I came upon the lot, sliding through the gate I walked over to the car. My boyfriend standing from where he sat. I gave a smile, only for him to just stare at me. I felt the glimmer of hope I held burn out as he messed with the hem of his sweatshirt.

"(M/N)... We need to talk." He whispered. I stared at him, but he wouldn't meet my eye.

"S-sure. What's up?" I asked. He shuffled where he stood and sighed.

"I need to know where we're going with," he paused searching for a word, "this... Us..." He asked. I shook my head.

"Ollie you know I love y-"

"You say that every time!" He interrupted.

"Well what do you want me to say!?" I yelled.

"We can't get married! I can't take you out! Hell I can't even hold your hand in public!" I ranted.

"Do you even want to!?" He yelled finally meeting my eyes. I saw his were red, bloodshot, and glassy.

I took a breath.

"Oliver," I whispered his name, I didn't want to ask the next question I had. But I needed to know.

"Do... Do you want to break up with me?" I asked. Feeling my own eyes glaze with tears. Ollie just stared at me, a long debating silence fell over us. My heartbeat the only sound I could hear as it thumped loudly in my ears.

"N-No... But... I-I'm just- scared." He mumbled.

"Scared of what?" I asked.

"I'm scared of what could happen," he paused wiping his eyes, " if anyone found out about us." He said.

"When my parents ask me about who I'm seeing. I get so scared. Like, a thousand butterflies got freed in my stomach." He confessed. I shook my head.

"It's messed up, I know..." I said.

"The butterflies you feel should come from love, not fear. That I know... And I wish it wasn't like this..." I whispered.

"But I love you. And I don't know where we're going. All I care is that I go there with you." I said. Ollie stared at me, but smiled.

"I guess that's all I need." He said stepping forward and wrapping his arms around my neck. I snaked mine around his waist smiling into his shoulder. I closed my eyes and took in the moment. Relishing in the momentary happiness.

Now I just had to start saving for a ring...

A/N
Sorry this ones so short. The next few will make up for it though!

Hope you still enjoyed!
Dan