I tried calling him but got no answer. I sat there crying. I saw no point in going after him he wouldn’t talk to me anyway. I thought he was ‘proud of me’. Obviously not that much. Thing is I had no one to talk to about this. I couldn’t tell people about my job. Why would he say that and then just run off? Was it something I said? I HATE THIS. I’ve had a pretty tough time recently. Brave face everyday can’t be good for you can it? Death threats off people I thought I trusted. Off twitter. Off my own god damn brother for god’s sake. It really hurt. Now Olly running out. What was I supposed to do? It’s like people are playing the game “I wonder how many death threat’s it’ll take for her to kill herself.” Wow, great game. There was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Sarah, Olly’s manager, there. “Jaz, Olly’s crying his eyes out what happened?” she hugged me. “I told him I got the I'm a celeb now job and I started in four weeks and he ran out... he didn’t answer my calls or texts I don’t even know where he is...” by now I was crying my eyes out. “Come with me...” she held out her arm for me to link with it. I followed her through the park and down into the woods. There was a lake and a bench. On the bench was Olly. He had his head in his hands. “Olly...” Sarah whispered. He looked up but quickly looked away again. “What did I say Olly? What have I done?” I was scared of his response. I didn’t like this Olly. This wasn’t the Olly I knew and loved. This was the Olly I never wanted to see. “Olly please just talk to me...” I tried my best to keep calm. Suddenly I heard someone move in the bush. We all looked into the direction of the noise. It happened again. I screamed as I saw a figure emerge. “Jaz!” I heard Olly. I saw the face of the figure. “Conner... WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” he laughed his evil little laugh. “Oh nothing...” he smirked. The flicker of his lighter lit up the edge of his face. “Ashmore just fuck off, you’ve cause enough trouble.” I had never heard Olly swear. “I will, if you do me a favour.” What was this guy playing at? His smirk was still on his face. “Why should I do something for you?” I said as bluntly as possible. I was scared stiff. “Because... I love Caroline, I need her back in my life and she needs me...” I almost choked with laughter. “Right, you love her yet you nearly killed her... makes so much fucking sense.” I wasn’t going to tell him about Sam, but something told me he already knew. He looked at his feet. “I was angry. I just wanted her to know my feelings. Don’t you know what it feels like to be rejected?” I wasn’t falling for it. “No, no I don’t.” Conner moved so that he was centimetres away from me. “Well...” he put his hand near my waist. All I saw after that was Olly swinging his fist and Conner on the floor. “Olly?” he hugged me. “Jaz I’m so sorry...” I hugged him back. Tears were streaming down my face. Conner however had got up and had something in his hand. I didn’t realise he was behind me. “JAZ MOVE!” Olly pushed me out of the way as Conner hit him instead. “OLLY!” he was on the floor. “Ashmore!” he had run. I knelt down beside Olly. “Olly, please wake up. Talk to me, please!” I put his head onto my knees. “Olly, please! I can’t lose you...” tears ran down my face. I stroked his hair. “Olly please just wake up.” I heard him mumble something. “Olly? Can you hear me?” he nodded slightly. “Jaz, I love you...” I hugged him. “I love you too; I never want to lose you... I’m sorry I made you upset. I won’t go to Australia if you don’t want me to...” he opened his eyes a little more. “No. You are going to Australia, I’m sorry, help me up and I’ll explain...” I helped him up and we sat on the bench. “I don’t want things to go wrong like they did last time. I truly am proud of you for getting the job and I shouldn’t have run out. I forgot it would make you upset. I was being selfish and childish...” I kissed him. “Stop blabbering on will ya?” I laughed. “Olly as long as you’re alright that looks painful...” I ran my fingers over the blue/purple bruise that was on the side of his forehead. He winced. “Sorry. Let’s get you home and get some ice on that.” I took his hand and pulled him up. “Olly, about that meeting tomorrow it can wait...” Sarah smiled at us. “Okay, thanks Sarah...” she walked off in the other direction. Olly put his hands around my waist as we looked up at the stars. “I can count the stars... shining in your eyes...” Olly began to sing softly. I could feel his breath on my neck as he did. I took his hand and we walked back to my house. I got him an ice pack while he went upstairs. “Jaz! You coming?” I heard faintly from upstairs. “Yeah!” I got the icepack and carried it to my bedroom. Olly was in the bathroom examining his bruise. “Here, put this on it.” He took the icepack and gave me a kiss. “Thanks Jaz...” he placed it against his head wincing at the sharp pain. He came and gave me a one armed cuddle. “I’m going to bed.” I yawned. He beat me to it. Jumping in like a little kid... meh. I slid in next to him after turning the lights out. “Night Olly.” he rolled over. “Night Jaz...” he whispered before kissing my neck several times. I could feel the icepack against my hair where he was close to me. I tried to ignore his arm around my waist and his hot breath against my neck. “Olly go to sleep...” I can imagine him raising an eyebrow. I rolled over to see just that. Predictable. “Why?” he said with a suggestive smirk on his face. “Olly you flirt.” I shook my head. “It’s working though...” he grinned. I took the icepack off his head to see the swelling had gone down. “Maybe...” I grinned back. Two can play at this game. I closed my eyes and pretended to go to sleep. “Jaz you’re bad at acting...” Olly pulled me closer and fiddled with my pyjama top. “Oi get off I’m going to sleep.” I frowned. Never the less, Mr. Flirt carried on. “Seriously am I going to have to handcuff you?” his smile grew bigger. “Not like that...” I suddenly realised how that sounded. “Aw shame.” I rolled my eyes and lay on my back. “You’re no fun...” I smiled. “No, no fun at all...” I saw him sigh and finally give up. “Just go to sleep, I have work tomorrow.” I saw him close his eyes so I thought I was safe to go to sleep. Just as I drifted off I felt his arm around my waist again. I was half asleep so I just ignored it. The warmth of him made me sleep anyway.
