You move to a new village and aren't impressed by first impressions, until you met him. But as your time grows there and something happens to Ollie. Are you there when he needs you most?
Warning: This does include Ollie's storyline which does contai...
It was the day of the dinner party thing. I wasn't quite sure what it was to be truly honest. I just knew that a lot of people were invited. Even my Dad and Buster had become friends so he was coming too.
I just had to ask my Dad about what Imran had shown me. I got ready in a pair of black jeans and trainers, with a dark red t-shirt. I put on my red coat as I made my way down to the Hutch, however meeting y/n first.
-Y/n's POV-
This was it. This was the night I was finally going to show my arms. I had built up so much courage to do this. Nancy and Darren deserved to know. I put on my dark red dress and did my hair, finally leaving to go to the Hutch, waiting outside for Ollie.
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When he arrived, I started to get slightly uncomfortable with my arms on show. "Wow," he said. "What? Do I look bad?" I asked, starting to panic. "No. You look amazing!" He gawped. I blushed slightly.
Ollie then coughed and held out his arm, speaking in a posh voice. "Miss l/n, I'm here to escort you to dinner." I laughed as I linked my arm with his and started to walk to the Hutch.
-Ollie's POV-
I linked my arm with y/n's. She looked amazing. And I was so glad she had decided to wear short sleeves. I was so proud of her.
We got to the Hutch and it looked like the party had started. People were dancing and having a good time. Y/n and I were sat in the corner, sipping on lemonade. "Have you asked your dad yet?" Y/n asked. I shook my head, until I saw him enter the males bathroom. "No, but this might be my chance," I said as I got up and followed him in.
When I got in there he was washing his hands. "Alright son? Having a nice time?" He asked me. I didn't say anything and just stood behind him. Come on Ollie! Just ask him!
"Were you raped, Dad?" I stutterd out with. He turned around to face me. "Raped? What sort of question's that?" Dad asked as the mood suddenly dropped. "I-it's just something I heard," I stuttered again. "From who?" he asked. It looked like he was getting angry.
"It doesn't matter who, does it?!" I said. "I just want to know if it's true," I added. Stay calm, Ollie. "Of course not," he said calmly. I looked in his eyes. He looked upset yet showed no emotion. "But...stuff-" he cut me off. "It's not true, alright?! Now I don't know who's been spreading rumors about me, but you're not to believe 'em. Do you understand!" He shouted, pointing a finger at me. Then somebody walked in.
"You do believe me, right?" Dad said, lowering his voice as the person went into the cubicle. "Yeah," I simply said nodding before leaving my Dad alone in the bathroom.
I told y/n what had happened as we drank our lemonade and spoke the rest of the night away.
