Now guys I want you to be serious with me I want to know weather this is horrid, so I know if I need to re write it or not.
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"(F/N) wakeie wakeie the cuppycakes are done" a whisper filltered through my ears and I was lightly shook. I woke with a start jumping a little in my seat, my mind was uncoordinated for a split second I thought I had fallen asleep at school again but soon reality kicked back in as I looked towards the puzzled brit. "what's wrong love?" he raised an eyebrow. "school....." I trailed of the word hovering about my brain, then realized Oliver had asked me a qouestion "I just thought I was somewhere else, um Oliver may I ask you some questions?" I smiled lightly at the man before me knowing none of the others would tell me anything any time soon.
"Of course poppet ask away" he grinned taking off a pink frilly apron I hadn't notice him wearing before now. He sat beside Me. I nervously gazed across the already set out table two plates where filled with cupcakes a tea cup neatly placed beside me. I still wore the red coat but didn't want to take it off and lose its warmth. I looked up to only find myself staring into patient yet persistent eyes; searching for what was troubling me, a reassuring smile stretched across his face. Even though he might look and act eccentric his presence relaxed me. I'm sure if anyone else opened that door when we met I would have never stepped foot into the apartment building.
I let out a sigh "will I be able to call anyone? " I qouestioned already knowing the anwser but still hoping against it "I'm sorry poppet, but there is no connection around here and even if there was I'm sure Luciano is all tapped into everyone your able to contact, phone networks" his smile weathered forming a small apologetic one. What about mum she would be worried sick... if she was still aliv... he cut across my thoughts "Your mother is just fine love, the radio was all over the kidnapping it said she was doing just swell with some minor wounds, so there's no need to worry" I looked up at him in almost disbelief I could literally feel a weight fall from my shoulders as salty realived droplets fell from eyes.
He held out his arms to me, I greatfully took the comforting gesture and leaned in to them "t-thank you" I mumbled into his chest letting go of my strong facade that hade held down the worry up intill now. He rubbed soothing circles into my back as hiccups escaped my lips as I tired to calm my tears. We stayed like that for a while his scent of sweet icing and tea helping me as I tried to calm down. I was about to ask another qouestion when my tummy decided to but in again letting out another rumble. "well it doesn't seem that tummy of yours has any patience~ " Oliver giggled pulling me away with a grin "go on eat up, I'll still be here for your qouestions later" he smiled I nodded averting my gaze to the feast of suger before me.
I left two cupcakes for my sister knowing fully well she'd be hungry too when she woke. "Oliver?" I called his name he hummed to me in response as he washed the dishes. "why did you save me? You hardly even know me... yet you risked your life to save me, you all went against my farther ; who'd kill anyone who dared step in his way" I shivered at my own words. I toppled backwards on my chair not excepting Oliver to be standing right infront of me, I didn't even hear him move. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me and my chair down. A thrown played on his lips making shivers run down my spine "Poppet I would have saved you no matter what... your one of the nicest, loveliest person I've ever meet, so why would you think any diffrent?" his voice was sad and his eyes held tears. It took me a while to process the information, he was crying was he really that worried. A smile stretched across my lips as I pulled his neck down into an awkward hug "no your the lovely one here Olli" I could feel his tears against my neck and his chest vibrate in slow sobs "without you I would still be there, there is no need to cry now is there?" I qouestioned I could feel as he moved his head side to side, reminding me of a child.
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