You Found Me Here

7. Truth

The next morning, I wake around 12:00. Which is not trypical for me. My concussion gives me an excuse to sleep in. Concussions suck the life, and energy out of me.

As I slip out of bed, I feel a sharp pain zip through my head , so climb back into bed. I close my eyes, and pray the pain goes away. I use the covers for protection, and over my head, melting into them. Just as my mind starts to drift into sleep, I hear my door creak open. I dont even bother checking who is entering my room. I feel the covers slip away from my face. Still not bothered to give the visiter any attention, I lay on my side facing away from them. Footsteps move toward the night stand next to me, and I ignore the noise around me, and try to sleep. I start to get cold, remebering I forgot to turn off the fan. I grunt, and reach for the covers, my eyes still close.  I feel someone pull the folded covers beneath me,and they cover me with it. I feel warm again. Feeling greatful, I thank them.
" Thanks" I say cuddling into the blanket.

"No problem" the stranger responds. Nope not a stranger, I think, and try to open my eyes. Ollie.
I open my eyes, and let them adjust to the light, in front of me is a cup of water, and medicine. I turn my body to see Ollie watching me closely.

"Should I take all of these?" I ask looking back to the medicine. He walks next to the nightstand, allowing me to get a better look at him. His wearing all black, black shoes, dress pants, black socks, black button up.  Who died?
I try to sit up and wince in pain, I give up and rest my head into my pillow.
He grabs the medicine. "Yup you need all of these" he mentions holding them now.
" Here let me help you" he puts the medicine down, and helps me sit up in bed, I awkwardly sit and wait like a child.

I take the medicine slowly. Oh did I mention I hate medicine. The taste of it makes me sick.
After each medication I take a break and Ollie laughs at me.

"Come on its not that bad." He says giving me another. I sent him a dirty look and prepare for the next one. After I take the medicine he grabs the containers, and heads out the door without a word. Wow no goobye, feel better, Laney. I sigh in frustration and rub my palm against my face. You're in and over your head laney. I sink deeper into my thoughts,and feel the meds reach my stomach.

Ollie comes back into my room, kicking the door open. He holds two cups of coffee, and a box that says treat yourself. I instantly get excited. food. He makes his way into my bedroom, and sits on the edge of my bed.
"Hope you're hungry" he says laying the cups of coffee on the night stand beside me.
"Very hungry actually" I say, and reach for a cup.
I take a sip of the warm coffe, and I melt.
"Uhm" I mumble taking another sip.

"What's in this, its soo good" I ask, forgetting about my hadache.
He sits at my feet, and I hand him his cup. " Im glad you like it, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just got you what I usually order". He says and then continues.

"It's an espresso con panna, double shot of espresso, covered with whipped cream, and I add the honey" he says taking a drink.
"Sounds fantsy" I say looking at my cup.

"Lava java" I say outloud, without meaning to.
"It's a small local, italian coffee shop, I used to go there every morning before school, and relax"he says bringing the pink box between us. 
"Thats nice" I say looking him over, as he tries to open the box.
"What's that?" I ask moving closer to him.
He opens the box, and the sweet smell of donuts, hit my nostrils.
"Donuts, you like donuts right?" He asks.
I nod in excitement " I love donuts".  
He pushes them to me "Ladies first".
I reach down and grab a powdered one, not the best idea.
He smiles at me and grabs the same kind.
We stuff our faces with coffee, and donuts. While having small talk. We eat a couple more,and I drink all my coffee. Already regretting that decision. Ollie grabs the box between us and leave for the kitchen.
He leaves his drink behind, and I'm tempted to drink it all.
Ollie comes back into my room empty handed this time. "You have powder all over your face" he says with a smile.
I wipe the powder off my face, embarrassed. "Thanks"
He sits back down on the bed, closer to me this time.
"What did you do today?" I ask curious about his outfit choice.
"I went to a funeral" he says quietly
"Oh i'm sorry" I look to him.
I look to him, and he keeps his eyes low, so I drop the subject.
He grabs his coffee from the nightstand, and makes his way to the other side of my bed.
Ollie sits on the edge of the bed, facing my window. I make my way next to him.
We sit in silence for awhile, and watch the sun shine through my bedroom. As the silence continues I hear the pots and pans downstairs. Mom is home that's new. We sit in silence I feel happy, and where I should be.
I sit next to ollie, and feel his warmth around me. I keep my gaze to my window, and feel him looking at me, I get nervous, so I keep my eyes forward.

I give up and turn my eyes to him. I turn my head, and almost bump my head against his. I keep my face and we sit in silence. My heart is beating a thousand miles per hours, but I try to keep my cool.
He looks at me serious, like his trying to figure me out. He reaches his open hand toward my hair, and pushes it away from my face.  I can't help but melt into his touch.  His hands sit on my neck. I don't move, I don't flinch away.  I sit and take in this moment.
He takes a breath, and breaks his gaze. I search his face, and see hurt, anger, sadness, and so much more. Ollie, someone I just meet, and can't seem to get him out of my mind. The one who seem to have it all together, and is takes care of everyone he knows, is hurting, and won't allow anyone to see that.
Without a thought I reach for his hand on my neck, and I hold it in mine. His hands are soft, and they fit perfectly in mine. He lifts his head and takes a drink from his cup. I watch him closely studying him.
He gives my hand a squeeze, and releases it. A part of me feels hurt. He takes another drink from his coffee, and I take my gaze back to the window, hiding my hurt.
In the corner of my eye I see a cup reached out toward me, and I don't hesitate to accept it. I take a sip, and it tastes better than mine. I hold the cup with both hands accepting the warmth radiating from it. 
Ollie keeps shifting around, and taking breaths next to me. So I sit in silence, and finish the coffee.
When I finish the coffee he grabs the cup, and throws it out for me.
"Thank you" I mention, as he sits.
"I have to tell you something" he quickly says, and faces me.
I do the same and nod.
He takes a breath, and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"It's okay, Whatever it is" I say comforting him.
He looks at me and nods.
" I'm not usually this sensitive.. But I feel like I need to tell you this" he struggles to say.
My heart is beating per usual, but I am completely confused,and anxious at the same time.
" Its okay...its okay to be sensitive" I reply looking to him. Shut up Laney
" So I told you I whent to a funeral this morning..but it was more than just a funeral." he stops and looks to me. "It was my mother's funeral". My heart breaks at this moment, I place my hand on his.
"Ollie" I whisper