I woke up in a large, white, comfortable bed. The room was quiet and for a second I was scared until I quickly realized, I was in Oliver's bed and this was NOT a dream. Stretching while still laying down, I got a limited view of the room. It was beautiful.
There are a few modern dressers along the wall and three tall windows on the right side on the bed that gave a gorgeous view of the city. There is also a massive flat screen tv in front of the bed but it's turned off. Stunned at how beautiful the room looked, I forgot why I was there. Until I heard movement outside the cracked door.
I got up and found that both my shoes and socks were off. I HATE when people take my socks off. Searching around the room, I eventually found my socks bawled up inside my shoes which were neatly placed by the door. After pulling on my socks, I slowly walked out of the room to investigate the noise.
I know it has to be Oliver but what if it isn't him? I thought to myself as I crept into the hall. Walking into the hallway, there was nothing. At the very end I could see part of the kitchen and living room area, but nothing in between.
Suddenly there was a loud thud, it sounded as if someone or something had hit the floor. I instantly turned and ran back into Oliver's room, abandoning any interest in figuring out who or what was in there and slammed the door shut, locking it behind me. "What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" I hurriedly whispered to myself desperately trying to figure a way to keep calm.
Almost immediately after, the door knob on the door started to turn but because I locked it, it wouldn't open. "Grace, open the door hun," I heard a voice from the outside say. I stood still, too scared to move as the memories of my mother's "company" trying to get into my room came flooding back. My hands started shaking at the thought of one of those big scary men trying to come and get me. "Grace, it's Oliver. Please open the door sweetie," Oliver called from behind the door.
After recognizing his voice, I slowly walked over to the door and unlocked it for him. My chest beating, and my pulse rushed at the events that occurred. "Are you okay Grace?" Oliver asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah..I'm fine," I softly replied looking down at my hands as I took a seat on the bed. He gave me a sad look and walked closer to me with his arms out ready to embrace me. "I said I'm fine!" I snapped.
He stopped where he was and with a sad look, he turned, and started to walk out the room back to where he had came. "Wait, I'm sorry. You just really scared me. I woke up and didn't see you, I was spooked that's all," I admitted meeting his sad gaze with my scared one as he turned around to face me. I don't want him to leave me, not right now. Even thought I know there's nothing wrong, I still want him to stay. "I'm sorry Lei- Grace," he said stopping himself before he could call me Leilani.
"If you want you can come around to the living room with me, I'm not doing much but just finishing up some paperwork. Or I could come in here and we could put on some tv, it's up to you," he finished, flashing me a small smile. "Yeah sure, cmon," I said patting the bed with my palm and getting up on it to my desired spot.
"I'll be right back," he said with a goofy grin plastered on his face. "Oliver?" I called after him as he turned to leave again. "Do I have any clothes here or no? I can't get comfortable unless I take a shower and change," I asked. "Umm nothing other than the clothes you're wearing right now," he replied. "Oh okay, we'll never mind," I said scooting all the way to the back of the bed.
"I'm sure I have something you could wear," he offered. I looked at him and made a straight line with my mouth. "Are you sure? I think I'm bigger than you are," I said looking him up and down. "Ahh shut up, I'm both taller and bigger than you Grace. I may look small but trust me I'm not," he claimed, with what looked like a smirk he buried and wiped off his face. I don't know if he meant to do that or if it was by accident but I brushed it off as he did. "Oliver, my thighs are bigger than your whole body, my butt won't fit in just anything, you might as well forget about me trying to squeeze my breast into your flat behind shirts. And don't even get me started on my belly fat now," I said proudly.
I love my body normally, even though it's not what a lot of females would want, i don't mind being the shape and size I am. My mom hates it with a passion. Every chance she gets she criticizes it. Sometimes I listen but most times I honestly would rather jump off a cliff before I EVER took advice on my body from an alcoholic. "I like your body. It fits you. I think a shape like yours is what most women strive to have and you got it naturally," he said looking me up and down before walking into the closet. Oliver came out of the closet a few seconds later with a pair of sweatpants and a really large T-shirt.
Walking on my knees to the edge of the bed and grabbing the clothes, I grabbed the clothes from Oliver. "Go get changed," he said before he turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
TO BE CONTINUED;)