2. Care (Miles Hollingsworth fanfic)

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Miles POV:

We had got as much pizza as we could afford. It was great, it was like we were having a house party but for the three of us. It was a shame that Olivia hardly touched hers, I guessed she wasn't as starving as she had claimed to be. We had been chatting about all sorts of things and, when mum left, I even went over their english assignments to give them my "expertise" literature advice. I was being modest about it but it was nice to have my sister and girlfriend proud of me for something.

We were all tip toeing around each other. I didn't want to put a damper on things but something had to be said. Hunter felt restrained. I wish I could have done something to help him in any way, I just didn't want to ask the one person who would have any idea because I knew it would upset her so instead, we did more work and ate more pizza.

"I think we should probably go to bed now, get some sleep." I declared after the film we had been watching a couple episode of the tv series we had been catching up on. It was around 10:30. Im not even sure how we had managed to pass so much time.
"That shouldn't be hard for some of us." Frankie looked down at Olivia who was in a light sleep on my lap.

"Adorable." Frankie whispered. I looked down at Olive and smiled. As if she knew we were both watching she stirred from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes and smiled up at me.

"Olivia, lets go find you some of my pyjamas." Frankie suggested. I nodded and kissed Olivia on the head whispering a small "Good night." Frankie then took her hand and they both went upstairs.

Olivia's POV:

I couldn't go see Hunter again. It had been for the best he went there and now it was for the best I didn't go see him after today. He needed to get better and as hard as it was for me to admit, I couldn't help him. It was out of my hands. That's what was troubling me the most.

I didn't touch my pizza as I wasn't very hungry I just didn't want Frankie and Miles arguing over me. I loved them both and I needed Miles physically but Frankie was there for emotional support. I'm glad we all got on this evening, it really helped.

We went up to Frankie's room to get my pyjamas. She got out some sweatpants and a vest. I got changed into them, it was nice to get out my clothes I'd worn all day. I brushed my hair and washed my face in the mirror. This was our first official sleepover together and I was starting to worry I had made it crap.

"I'm sorry we aren't doing each other's make up or painting each others nails." I frowned as I walked out the bathroom, she was sitting in her armchair..

"Don't fret it. I've got a lot on my mind as well, a girls night isn't what I was in the mood for anyway. " She replied getting up and putting on a night gown and settling in her bed too.