I'M A DICK

Oliver's POV

I'm a dick.

Knowing this and feeling bad for it still isn't enough for me to reply to Macy's texts right now. A week has passed since I last saw her; since her birthday that brought around many revelations. I've been spending this week processing everything that happened and I guess that included me being too much of a pussy to call Macy. I just don't know what to say.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon and I've been staring at Macy's last text for almost an hour lost in my thoughts. Maybe I should call her. I don't want her to think she's done something wrong - it's not her fault she doesn't remember.

My eyes close for a second as I let my hand drop to my chest, clasping onto my phone tightly. The pillow beneath my head taunts me to have a nap and put this off until later. But I know better. Later will turn into tomorrow and tomorrow will turn into next week.

This is like high school all over again with my assignments.

A heavy sigh falls past my lips, I could call Macy's work. If she's working that is - it is a Sunday. If the referral number goes through and she picks up, then I'll have no option but to talk to her.

My fingers work slowly to enter the number, not looking forward to pressing the dial button. When it comes time, my thumb hovers above my screen, nerves swimming through my body. I shake my head and press down, waiting for the automatic voice to come through before I enter the referral number and wait some more as the line rings.

Please don't pick up.

Please pick up.

Please don't pick up

Please pick-

"Hello, you're speaking with Macy from Heartache Hotline. How may I cure you today?" Macy's angelic voice greets me and I freeze, "Hello? Anyone there?" Shit, I don't know if I can do this.

"Seriously? We get people like you every day who prank calls our hotline and it's not fair to take up our time that could be used helping people. I'm going to hang up now, bye-"

"Wait!" I exclaim in a panic, realising that I really do want to talk to her. I've missed her voice.

There's a silence coming from her end. I pull back my phone to see if she hung up but it says we're still connected. Maybe she doesn't know it's me. "Um, it's Oliver," I say softly as the back of my left hand rests against my forehead.

"I know." Her voice is quiet now, possibly cautious. "Sorry, I-um, I guess I wasn't expecting for you to call. You've been M.I.A all week."

What do I even say? Except for... "I'm a dick, I'm so sorry."

"Did I do something to upset you? We were fine when I left your place on Sunday. At least I thought we were."

"No, no we were fine and you didn't do anything wrong. You just don't remember what happened and I guess that bothered me a bit." There, that's half the reason.

"What do you mean? What did I forget about?" Her anxiety mixed with embarrassment resonates through the phone and I long to reach through and embrace her.

My body moves until I'm in a comfortable sitting position on my bed, my bed that had Macy occupying it only a week ago. "I lied when we woke up - about nothing happening the night before."

"I don't understand. Why would you lie? What happened?"

My eyes squeeze closed in apprehension, "Where do you want me to start?"

"From the beginning."

"Okay, well..." I begin, explaining what happened on the night of her birthday party.

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One Week Ago

Watching as Macy chugs down drink after drink, I can tell that what happened with Jay and Bianca upset her - she wasn't drinking this rapidly before everything went down a couple hours ago. My eyes flit around the hall, noticing that there aren't that many people left. The people that are left are all around our age, still drinking and dancing to the foreign music blasting through the speakers. The DJ left half an hour ago so the music that's playing is from somebody's Spotify playlist and considering it's all Latin-American music, I'm assuming that somebody is Ellie. However, I don't see her anywhere around. Maybe she's in the bathroom or outside.

"Ollie?" Macy slurs my name, hanging onto my arm, "I don't feel too..." I don't catch the rest of what she's trying to say because it becomes muffled and indecipherable.

"Macy?" I place one arm around her waist to stabilise her and lift her face up with my free hand, "You okay?"

She giggles, grabbing the sides of my face with her smaller hands, "You have pretty eyes! I want to lick them!"

"I don't think it's very plausible for you to lick them." Chuckling, I think about how it's too dark for her to even see the colour of my eyes. I lean in closer to whisper in her ear, "But thank you, Gorgeous."

I can tell my hot breath has an affect on her when she shivers in response and pulls me closer. Damn it, Ollie, this isn't the time or place.

Pulling away, I make sure to keep my arm around her so that she doesn't fall over, "Come on, let's go find our friends."

When I try to make our way across the dance floor, she doesn't move. As I glance back, I notice her hand over her mouth and a crease forming between her brows.

"I'm gonna be sick." And before I can even register what she's said, she's bent over vomiting.

With no hesitation, I scoop her up and make my way to the girls' bathroom. I thank God when we enter that no one's in here and head straight to a stall. I crouch down and sit her down on the floor while she groans - probably from all the moving.

"Here, vomit into the toilet if you need to." I bunch up her hair into my hands, noticing the vomit on her dress.

"Thank you, Ollie." She croaks out, leaning her head over the toilet bowl. Not even five seconds later, she's puking again. I hold her hair, rub her back and whisper words of comfort. My brows are pulled together in sympathy - I hate vomiting. The feeling of it is horrible. When I was a kid, my immune system was really crap and I would constantly get sick; getting any illness that involved nausea or vomiting was the absolute worst. I hated it to the point of me being scared to puke.

After Macy is finished, I use toilet paper to clean up her dress the best I can and help her get up.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that. You must be so grossed out." She laughs nervously, walking to the sinks. Cupping her hands, she splashes some water on her face before looking in the mirror and sighing, "I forgot I had makeup on."

"One, I am not grossed out at all. Two, you still look beautiful and I can't tell the difference anyway so don't worry about it. Three, I can call an Uber if you want to go home." I smile, pulling out my phone and raising my eyebrows.

Macy smiles back before she's suddenly narrowing her sky blue eyes at me, "I can't tell you my address."

I laugh, "Why not?"

"What if you're a stalker?"

My hands lift in surrender, "I'm not, I swear but okay, what are going to do then?"

"I'll call the Uber and tell them my address when you're not listening."

"I want to go with you to make sure you get home okay though." One of my hands find the small of her back, "Please, Macy. I'll just be worried if I Iet you do that. If you want, you can come back to mine and let Ellie know where you're going."

Her eyes assess mine before she begins giggling again. "Okay!"

When we eventually find Ellie, she's with Theo in the corner of the room chatting and drinking. They seem to be getting along well, I think as we interrupt. Ellie seems distracted but she says goodbye to us and then we're on our way home. For some odd reason, I'm nervous. I know that her reason for coming back to my place is in no way sexual but the last girl I had in my room was Bianca. The entire ride home Macy is silent and when I look over, I find out why. She's sound asleep, leaning against the window.

Arriving at my flat and getting Macy out of the car turns out to be difficult when she doesn't want to move. After five minutes of convincing, she gives in when I offer to carry her. The flat is silent as we walk to the kitchen; Dante must be sleeping or out. I get her a bottle of water and lead her to the bathroom so she can brush her teeth with my spare toothbrush that is unopened. Once that's all done, we head to my bedroom.

Just as we get in and I let Macy down, she start stripping off her dress.

"Uh, Mace, what are you doing?" I turn around, not wanting to stare at her.

Of course, the first thing I hear from her is a giggle, "Well I can't sleep in this, it has puke on it."

Right. I cover my eyes with my hand and turn back around with my other hand extended, "Pass it to me and I'll put it in the washing machine."

"You don't have to cover your eyes, Ollie. It's okay, I trust you." Macy admits quietly as I feel fabric being put into my hand. I uncover my eyes and I make sure to keep my eyes on her face.

"Are you sure? I can get you one of my shirts to sleep in if you want."

She looks down briefly with an expression I know as reminiscence before she smiles at me, "I'm fine but thank you."

I nod and start backing out of the room, "Well, I'll be back in a minute. Make yourself comfortable in the bed."

After I turn the washing machine on and re-enter my bedroom, I lift off my shirt and unbutton my jeans, kicking them off. My hand reaches for the light switch, turning it off before I grab a spare blanket and lay down on the floor.

A soft voice invades the silence. "What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep?" I question back with a laugh.

Macy giggles for the hundredth time, "No, I mean what are you doing on the floor?"

"Oh." I look towards the bed even though it's pitch black, "I figured it would be inappropriate to sleep in the same bed as you. I'm fine on the floor, really."

There's a pause before Macy speaks again, "This is your home, your bed and you've already done so much for me tonight. Please, I really don't mind you sleeping in the same bed as me."

"Really, it's not a problem." I reply adamantly. I don't want to make her uncomfortable and I think sleeping next to her will be hard when I'm starting to feel the way I've been feeling all night.

Sounds of Macy shuffling around fills the room before they stop, "Please, Ollie."

As I feel myself giving in, I chuckle, "How come you've already got me wrapped around your finger and It's only been like two months?"

Standing up, I reach out for the bed and move closer when I feel my comforter, "Because I'm amazing." Macy's voice is closer now as I maneuver my body underneath the blankets, facing the direction she's in.

"You've got that right." I say lowly and pause before continuing, "I'm so happy we met. You're single-handedly the best damn thing to happen to me thus far this year."

Macy moves closer and now that my eyes have adjusted to the dark, I can sort of see her when she lifts onto her left arm. "Same here," She whispers, her right hand finds my face and her fingers start tracing my jaw. "Ollie?"

I hum, placing my hand on her bare waist, feeling her soft skin.

"Can I kiss you?" Her question throws me off guard slightly but my lips twitch into a small smile.

"Are you still drunk? I don't want to take advantage of you, Mace."

"I'm not that drunk anymore." She promises, fingers now finding my lips. I kiss them before use my hand on her waist to push her down onto her back gently.

Now it's my turn to lift up. I lean on my forearm as I hover over her slightly, cupping her face with my hand, "Okay."

I lean down slowly, giving her time to back out if she wants to. When my lips brush against her soft ones and she still hasn't protested, I press harder until our lips are flush together, fighting for each other's passion. My body moves until we're pressed against each other in every way. Using my teeth, I bite gently on her lower lip causing her to let out a breathy moan. Her hands are in my hair as she tugs me impossibly closer. My hands are roaming along the side and back of her body, trying to stay away from anywhere that would make her uncomfortable.

The kiss begins heating up into an intensity I've never felt before. The level of need flowing between us is humid and present. We grip onto each other as our kisses get rougher, full of that hot need. My mouth moves away from her lips and across her jaw, to her neck where I use my lips and tongue to draw out more moans from her. When I start nibbling on Macy's ear, her hands are suddenly all over my chest and back.

She pushes me onto my back and straddles my waist as her lips land on mine again. "Macy..." I groan, the new position making sure the need and lust we felt was very evident. "We need to stop before this gets any further," I mumble against her mouth. Despite my words, my hand travels down her back until it rests on her ass.

"Ollie," She whispers into my ear seductively, "I don't want to stop."

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AN: So... That got heated real quick and even though I'm 20-years-old and in a long term relationship... I'm blushing 😂

Also sorry - not sorry - about the cliffhanger 😂

This is a pretty long chapter (for this book) so I hope you enjoyed every bit of it! The next written out chapter probably won't be until the epilogue. Unless I decide to write out the last chapter too - rather than just dialogue/text.

It's currently 7:21AM and I have yet to sleep lol.

Hope everyone's day is going great!

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- Chloe xx

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