Chapter Eleven

If you love me, don't let go

"You were stupid to even think he'd want a baby. Why would he want a baby? He doesn't have time for you or a baby." I whispered to myself, still crying after what seemed like days. In reality if had only been a couple hours, the clock on my nightstand now reading 5:03 in the morning.

I couldn't sleep.

My thoughts wouldn't let me.

Oliver hated me. That's why he hung up.

He didn't want anything to do with me anymore... and he didn't even have the decency to tell me so.

Asshole.

I was brought out of my self loathing by the sound of something hitting my window. I sniffed a little before climbing out of my bed, walking over to my bedroom window. I rubbed at my nose before opening it, frowning when I couldn't see anyone. A shadowy figure shows up on the lawn after a second. He looked a lot like Oliver, but that was impossible.

Oliver was more than five hours away right now.

There was no way in hell he was here.

"Alex!" It sounded like Olly too, but with the fact I hadn't slept it was hard to believe it.

"Alexander Jace, come open the front door!" He yells again. The person walks closer, and the closer he got the more he looked like Oliver. Also what looked to be Oliver's car was parked on the side of the road.

It had to be Oliver.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, still not sure if he was really here or if I was just dreaming. I wouldn't be surprised if I was dreaming at this point.

"Just come down and open the front door." I sighed before finally deciding to do what he asked. I walked down the stairs as quietly as I could, knowing full well that Dad or Mum could be up any moment now.

They were early risers. That's probably what happens when you have six kids.

I opened the door, gasping as a pair of lips smashed against mine. Oliver's comforting scent washed over me and I relaxed before kissing him back.

"Why are you here Oliver?" I asked as soon as he pulled away, looking at him sadly. Oliver let's out a sigh before running a hand through his hair. He looks absolutely exhausted.

"I'm here because I know you need me." Oliver says, almost like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And in a way it was.

But right now it didn't seem like it.

"You hung up on me." I pointed out, biting my bottom lip as I willed myself not to cry. I was done crying for the day...

"Actually... The power went out at the hotel I was staying at. You wouldn't pick up your phone, leaving me no choice but to get here as soon as I could." He said, looking at me as he waits for me to say something. At this point in time I didn't know what to say.

I didn't know what he wanted to hear.

"You didn't have to.... I would've understood." I whispered, looking away from him and at the ground instead. Oliver let's out a breath and shifts on his feet.

"Don't be like this." Oliver says, stepping away from me completely for a second.

"Like what?" I asked, not exactly sure what he meant by that.

"You're doing that thing where you pretend like you're okay. I didn't just drive five hours for you to do this." Oliver's voice is hard and cold, almost making me flinch as he spoke. I finally looked at him though, his brown eyes holding nothing but concern. I still couldn't find the words to say. The fear inside me almost consuming right now.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, wondering why the hell it was suddenly so hard to talk all the sudden. I was scared.

I was scared he came all this way just to tell me he wanted nothing to do with me.

With us.

"I want you to be honest with me." He says after a second, once again running a hand through his hair.

"Im scared." I whispered, my voice cracking and I let myself cry again. I didn't like crying in front of people, but this was starting to become a habit.

"It's okay to be scared A.J...." Oliver whispers, a hand cupping my cheek. I let out a small sob before falling on to his chest. He wraps his arms around me, his chin resting on top of my head as I just cry. I let it all out, needing him to let me know that it was going to be okay.

Because right it didn't feel like it was.

"Promise me you won't leave. Please promise me." I sob out, my hands clenching his shirt as I did so. Oliver pulls away for a second, looking me in the eyes as he speaks.

"I'm going to be here for you in every way I possibly can... You're not alone babe. I promise." He says, holding my face in his hands before kissing me again.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Shit happens, but we've got each other. We can do this Alex."

And in that moment I believed him.

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I don't even know.

It just happened. When the complete opposite direction that I wanted it to hahah.

Oh well.

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