We have been in my room for three hours trying to find Oliver a suit, but every time he sees one he likes it's too big.
"Okay. I wasn't going to do this, but I think it's time," I say.
"Time for what?" He asks.
"Well, those are my old suits, suits from like two years ago and before that. I wasn't the most fit guy in the world... So these are my recent ones," I say walking over to a closet on the other side of my room and sliding open the door. Oliver's mouth drops.
"Are you kidding? Why do you need so many suits?!" He asks walking Over.
"Ask my dad," I say. He chuckles. He shuffles through the suits awkwardly. I watch him as he looks through the suits but keeps stopping on the same one four times.
"Something caught your eye?" I ask smirking. He looks back at me but doesn't reply. "You wanna try it on?" I ask him getting up and standing beside him.
"Well, I don't know, it looks expensive, what if I ruin it?" He asks. I try and hide my smile at his worried face.
"If you ruin it, you ruin it, but it actually wasn't that much money," I say scratching the nape of my neck.
"What do you mean? It looks expensive," He mumbles.
"Well the designer only made five, and my family owns three of them," I say. His jaw drops.
"Then it must have been a pretty penny," He says louder.
"He gave it to us as a gift," I say. He looks at me as if I have grown a second head. "It was completely free of charge," I say again. He is still looking at the suit. I sigh and take it off the rack for him.
"Connor, are you sure?" He asks me. I give him a half smile.
"More sure, than I have been of anything before," I say to him. He sighs and nods and walks over to the corner of my room.
"Do you mind turning around?" He asks politely. I chuckle and raise my hand in defence.
"If you insist, I say turning to look at the painting on my wall that my mother painted for me.
It was beautiful. It was a big, pure, vintage, blue monarch butterfly. It's wings were spread with the pattern of blue and black as the background faded from a rustic green to a solid black. My mother always said that butterflies meant rebirth, hence coming from one life; a caterpillar. To a new one; a butterfly. And she even said that if you ever saw a blue butterfly it is meant to be a wish grantee, so she painted one for me so everyday my wishes could be granted.
"Okay how does it look?" Oliver asks, interrupting my thoughts of the painting. I turn around to see him adjusting the cuffs. And I won't lie, my jaw may have dropped slightly when I saw him standing there in my suit looking better than I ever will in that suit.
"It looks nice, I think you should wear it," I say scratching the nape of my neck for the second time tonight.
"You sure?" He asks. I nod and get up to go look at my suits.
"I think I'll wear this one," I say holding up my navy blue Versace suit. He looks at the suit and nods. When we are both done getting dressed, we go out into the living room.
"I'm nervous," Ollie says. I look at him and smirk.
"Don't be," I say. "Ready Marcus!" I yell to him.
"One second! I can't find my shoes!" He yells back. I laugh as I look at his shoes that are sitting by the door.
"Oh, well I don't know. Have you...maybe checked the most obvious place?!" I ask him.
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This is Gucci- Coliver AU
Fanfiction"I don't know what to do," He says pacing the floor. "I do," I say and slowly walk over to him and lean in. ~~~~~~~~ Conner Walsh is next in line to be head of Walsh Prime Towers. His dad has made his company skyrocket when he build is eighty- seven...
