Delicate || wyatt oleff

7

P I P E R

I walked into my apartment and had my back to the door. It felt like a movie. Hanging out with Wyatt was just so...illuminating. I felt great.

I turned on the lights and went into my bathroom. I took of my makeup and looked in the mirror. I then turned on some quiet music and climbed into my bed, letting sleep carry me off.

*Bringgg Bringgg

I was quickly awoken by the sound of my phone going off. I looked at the time and groaned. 2 am. I looked at the contact name. Wyatt. I quickly answered.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey" his voice said creakingly. "You answered"

"Yeah of course I did. Why did you call me at two forty seven in the morning?" I asked.

"I wanted to talk to you."he said quietly. I laughed.

"Why didn't you just text me silly?" I said.

"I hate texting. I wanted to talk to you right now." He said, "and besides, I like hearing your voice."
I blushed. Thank god we were on the phone.

"Well what would you like to talk about Mr.Oleff?" I asked.

"Everything" He said.

I was silent for awhile.

"Do you ever wonder about who's your person?" I asked.

"What do you mean? My person?" He asked.

I rolled over in my bed so that I was laying on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"You know, your person." I said. "Like if you were in a room full of everyone that you ever loved, family, friends, boyfriends, and you were naked or totally wasted or crying and you just needed someone to protect you? Who would you run too? Who is your person?" I said.

The line was silent for a moment until Wyatt finally spoke up.

"I love those moments." He whispered.

"What?" I said.

"I love that." He said, "I love seeing people's rooms when they didn't know anyone was coming over, I love when people are wasted and crying and say nothing but the truth. I love looking at people when they realize things they didn't even know about themselves. I love when people wake up and don't know where they are for a second. I love when people are so caught up in a movie that they forget about the awful world around them. I love breakdowns and smeared makeup and daydreams. I love honesty." He took a deep breath through the phone.

"Those moments where you can't be anything other than the raw you. I love that." He sighed. "You seem to always be the raw you Piper. It's like you don't know how to be anything else. Maybe that's why I like you so much."

I took a deep breath as a turned to my side.

"Wyatt are you okay?" I asked. "Where are you?"

At first I thought he had hung up, but then I heard something and realized, he was crying.

"Wyatt hey hey listen to me" I said, "everything's gonna be okay, alright? Whatever it is you're gonna be okay. I'm here. I will always be here." I jumped out of bed and ran to my kitchen getting a piece of paper and a pen.

"Now I need you to tell me exactly where you are. I'm coming okay?"

"I'm downtown, on the east side. I'm a couple blocks down from the bar." He said.

"Okay stay where you are. I'm coming." I said. I grabbed my keys and quickly ran out the door.