forum "Who are you??" "You... you took me in." OxO (closed)

Started February 06, 2022 by Deleted user

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Ollie didn’t care, he ticket some of the hair behind her ear as he smiled gently.
“Hey, it’s alright. Just stay there, get some rest.” He whispered, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Do you need anything?”

"This is the worst headache in the world," Anna groaned. "I have Tylenol in the bathroom. Under–" She sucked in a breath between her teeth. "Look in the drawers under the sink."

Ollie sighed, feeling awful for her, and he pulled out the Tylenol he had already gathered.
“Here you are…” he mumbled, handing her a few of the pills and a glass of water. “Is that enough?”

Anna opened her eyes, and their gaze was soft. "That was fast," she remarked quietly. Slowly, she shifted to sit up, and she swallowed the pills. "Yes, that's lovely," Anna murmured. "Thank you." She smiled kindly at him.

Ollie ran a hand through his hair, smiling gently as he set the medicine bottle next to the others. "It's no problem." He chuckled, adjusting her blankets slightly. "Is there anything else you need?"

(I listened to it, it's a good song! :))

Anna flushed a bit. "Can… Can you stay?" she asked quietly. "I've hated being alone all this time that he's been gone." She looked slightly embarrassed at the request.

(Same with yours! You've got good taste :)

Ollie felt himself smile, his face turning a slight shade of red against his copper skin. He chuckled, inching a bit closer as he stroked her hair again. "Would you rather I stay like this, or be… smaller?"

(Thanks!!!)

Anna, not yet in her right mind again, relaxed into his touch and shut her eyes slowly. "Like this is perfect," she whispered, smiling softly. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a while.

Ollie flushed a more prominent crimson, caressing her head gently as he boldly sunk into the bed. The only contact he had with her was his hand against her hair, of course. But… he oddly liked the feeling. It was nice being able to trust someone for once

Anna's eyes opened, and her heart raced a bit, but she didn't stop him. His touch was simple and gentle, and he treated her as though she was a delicate figure who was near her breaking point. And she was. She just refused to show others how delicate she was, but Oliver seemed to find it in her.

Oliver knew her kindness, he knew her heart, he knew she would take him in - even being a ragged, mangy animal. At first, he feel foolish for slipping into the bed, knowing he was only crossing too many boundaries, but she seemed to relax even more, the delicate figure a whisper against his hand. He smoothed her hair, trailing his fingers down her neck and back again as his own eyes closed with exhaustion.

Anna exhaled shakily. Her eyes shut, and her breathing slowed and evened out as she relaxed, slipping a bit closer to sleep. Suddenly, her phone began to go off on her nightstand, and she jumped in surprise. "Who is it?" she mumbled. "Can you see?"

(You get to decide – Harry or her boss, Nathan)

(oooh, >:)

Ollie blushed a bit at her movements, before slowing and relaxing into the sheets-
until the phone rang.
He sighed, sitting up and peering over at the screen
"Uhh… oh. Um…" He started, looking back over at her. "H-Harry…"

Anna's eyes flew open, and she sat up slowly. She took the phone and answered it quickly. "Harry?"

"What did the bailiff look like?" he asked, not saying so much as a hello.

Her expression went blank. She drew the phone away from her ear and put it on speaker. "What?"

"From last night, you said there was a bailiff at your door. What did he look like?"

Anna blinked. "Um… he, he was tall and wore all black…"

"Anna, you didn't let him into the house, did you?"

"Of course not, Harry, do you think I've gone mental?"

Ollie listened, overhearing Harry just slightly, but not happy with the way he was speaking to her.

"What was that man even there for, anyways?" He asked quietly, trying to be polite

Anna waved her hand to silence Ollie briefly.

"Anna, if he ever comes back, I need you to call me, alright?"

"Alright," she replied quietly. "Are you in trouble, Harry?"

There was a pause. "No," he answered. "No, I'm not."

She bit her lip. "Alright… Well… goodbye then, Harry."

"Goodbye, Anna." He hung up.

Anna dropped her phone down on the bed and sighed. "Oh God…" she moaned.

Ollie stayed silent, studying her face as a look of worry crossed over him.

"Are you alright?" He finally asked

Anna sighed softly. "I'll live," she murmured, the same response she'd given the night before. "I'm not entirely sure what the bailiff was here for, but it more than likely has something to do with Harry's gambling. Calling in a debt."

Ollie, barely having experience with comforting people, or just being around people in general, pursed his lips as he nervously and gently put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm really sorry." He said with complete genuinity, still awfully worried for the girl

Anna forced a fleeting smile. "Yes, well… There's not much I can do about it at the moment. The divorce is final, and all his debts are his now. He can't drag me in anymore… right?" Her eyes flashed briefly with worry, but she shook her head and answered herself. "No, he can't."

Ollie's face contorted slightly with anger, a flash of hatred in his eyes as he tried his best to calm his raging temper.
"I… I'll make sure he doesn't. Those are his fucking problems. He doesn't need to shove them onto you." He growled, holding back a lot of his emotions

Anna's eyes widened at the sight of him so upset. She reached out and took his hand in hers gently to calm him down. "You don't have to be so upset," she murmured, her eyes studying his face intently. "It's alright, I promise. I'm fine."

Ollie sighed, closing his eyes before looking back up at hers.

"I just… I know what it's like to be used." He mumbled, running his free hand through his hair. "I don't want to see it happen to anyone else."