Complicated (First Book)

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Oliver's pov

I bust into kellin's house and his family all look at me like I'm a maniac. Well maybe I am, they don't have to look at me like that.

Kellin passed out over the phone and I'm freaking out. I probably look as panicked as I feel. I run up the stairs ignoring his family yelling at me and bust into his room and waste no time.
I rush into his bathroom and the scene makes me die a little.

Kellin is laying on the bloody floor with hair everywhere. I pick up his limp body and hold him tightly as I rush out of his room.

"Oh my god!" His mom says looking at kellin. They start asking questions but I don't say anything. I quickly put him into the passenger seat and buckle him up and run to my side.

As I'm driving way over the speed limit my mind is in overdrive. "Kellin wake up," I say in a panicked tone. He doesn't stir or move..

Tears roll down my face and I let a sob out. The drive to the hospital is a blur. When I park, I park in the road in front of the hospital but not were I'm blocking ambulances.

When I run into the hospital with the pretty, bleeding, guy I share deep feeling for. The nurses take him and try to get me away but I dont let that happen.

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Kellin's pov

When I open my eyes I see Oli crying. That's not what I like to see. Then I look around and catch on to why he's crying.. I'm in a hospital.

"Oli?" I say and his head snaps up and he rushes over to me and throws his arms over me and cries into the hug.

He's shaking and crying violently. "T-thank you for ca-calling me," he crys and I feel my heart ache. Its obviously not Oliver's thing to cry so it hurts to know that I made him cry.

He hugs me tightly it hurts but I dont mind, it makes me feel important. "You fookin' arse, a'most gave meh heat a'ack," he says crying and I almost can't understand him because of his strong accent.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't mean too," I mumble and he pulls away grabbing my hand and lifting it up showing me my bandaged arm.

"Cutting isn't an accident," he says not pronouncing any of the t's in the sentence. He looks sad, mad, and hurt but not disappointed, disgusted, or annoyance..

"I'm sorry," I mumble and run my hand through my hair. I'm almost surprised when I feel its length. That's right, I cut it.

"You don't understand how bad this hurt me.. don't ever cut again. Call me," he says wiping his tears away. "I'm mad at you for being so stupid," he says.
"But I love you," he adds and kisses my forehead.

I look at him with a small smile. "You do?" I ask and he smiles and nods.

-

Once I'm at Oliver's house with a bandages wrist and apparently some stitches I sigh. Oli is constantly hugging, kissing, and touching my hair. I'm not complaining about that in just upset I hurt him today.

"Talk to me about what triggered this," he says touching my hair.

We go over to his bed and he gives me all his attention. "My parents were just saying how I'm a girl and random stuff.. I didn't mean to cut so deep. The scissors were dull so I had to push harder... and I felt to girly so I cut my hair. Do I look more like a guy now?" I say and he kisses me.

I kiss back and after a moment his tongue is in my mouth. I really enjoy kissing Oli, it makes me happy and giddy. My heart always gets tied in knots and my stomach in a 'wirl. Butterfly's flutter in my chest as we kiss.

After a little while he pulls away and my eyes catch on to the dream catcher I made. He hung it above his bed. He catches me looking at it and smiles. "It works, I've actually been sleeping without the dreams," he says and I smile.

"Can you stay the night?" He asks and lays next to me so I lay down too.

"Yeah," I mumble hugging onto him.

"Thank you," he says kissing my forehead and holding me close to his body.

-

When I wake up I blush as I feel his hands an my unbound chest and his body pressed against my back. We are spooning and sleeping.  His deep breathing tells me he's asleep but I'm still embarrassed at what I fell against my ass..

He's hard...

I try to slightly move away but his grip tightens and I faintly moan and this happens. "W-wake up," I say and he moves a little.

"What love?" He says in a sleepy deep voice and I blush more. "Oops," he mumbles and removes his hand and fixes the problem in his pants so I can't feel it anymore.

"Better?" He says wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yeah," I mumble feeling embarrassed that he's so fazed at all about the fact he's hard and holding me.

We both fall asleep again together

How is this?