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Ollie sat on the couch with her knees tucked up to her chest while awaiting for Michael to get to her dorm. There was a knock on the door and she stood up and adjusted her hoodie as it was pressing on her throat before walking to the door and checking through the peephole to make sure it was Michael.
She pulled open the door and Michael walked in and she closed the door. "So what's up? What happened bub?" He asked walking up to her after her shrugged off his jacket and shoes.
"Come sit please..." She sniffled and they went and sat in her room. It was comfy and she felt a little safer.
"I know Maria told you about my full name. And that it's Oliver. Rather then Ollie." She started while adjusting her hair.
"Yeah. It was your uncles name and that's why you hate it. Maria never indulged any further on it." Michael mumbled and grabbed her hand. She grasped it and sniffed.
"Well, I never actually met my father. I was only a few years old when he left my mother. My mom never knew why until I was thirteen. When my uncle Oliver came over and finally spilled the truth." Ollie mumbled as she wiped a few stray tears before she moved and sat criss cross in front of him.
"Please, I've only told Maria about this. I can't lose you because of this. I know it may seem like I'm overreacting when I tell you this but please...." Ollie moved forward a little bit more.
"I won't. I won't leave Oll. You won't lose me." Michael said as he raised a hand up to frame her one cheek and wipe away some of her tears.
"When I was three my uncle did something extremely bad to me and my sister. She was only about six. He filmed us and it was horrible. My dad left when he found out and left my mom. My mother lost it and became an alcoholic. I finally got her into rehab and she's been three years sober." Ollie explained. She let out a choked sob at the end from the memories and leaned forward and clutched to Michael.
Michael's eyes widened as he clutched the girl he knew so much about yet so little. His brain fell into a jumble of emotions. He wanted to beat the shit out of her uncle. He wanted to hurt him like he hurt her and is still hurting her. The other part of him wanted to keep her here. With him and make sure she would be okay. He didn't want to leave her alone.
"Oh baby..... I'm so sorry. I would never leave you for that. You had no control over it." Michael mumbled into her head.
"I'm meeting my dad tomorrow," Ollie sat up and looked him in the eyes. He furrowed his brows before they softened.
"Okay. Do you want me to be there with you?" He asked rubbing soothing circles along her bare thigh. She was in pyjama shorts and a hoodie. Seeing as it was nearly twelve am and she had spent most of the day touring with Michael, Maria, Poppy, Johann, Luke and Calum.
