Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

2.24

'We officially became a couple that weekend,' I said. Oliver's smile grew wider.

'Yeah, we did.' He sniffed his nose and took another sip of water. 'The third time was when I stopped taking my medication and went into another panic attack again. You found me under the cold shower, remember?' I frowned, thinking back and then I remembered.

'I was out with Chloe that night.'

'Yeah, to escape me and my bad moods.' Oliver made a face and gave me an apologetic smile. 'And right now... we're sitting here yet again.'

'I don't mind,' I told him, meaning it.

'I do,' he said. 'I'm sorry you had to see me like this all those times.'

'It's okay,' I said. Oliver pouted a bit and kept looking at me, as if he didn't believe me. 'I don't mind sitting here on the bathroom floor with you to keep you safe.' I stuck my hand out to him and he took it, trembling a bit. I cupped his face with my other. 'Really, I don't.'

'Tom was right,' Oliver whispered, looking away from me.

'What?'

'I do not deserve you.' His voice was just a mere whisper, and his face looked troubled.

'Why would Tom say that?,' I asked him, a little hurt. Oliver shrugged.

'Because I am a fucking troublemaker, and you're always there to clean my shit up.'

'Tom had no right to say that to you.'

'Yeah, well... He's right, though. I do not deserve you.'

'Stop that,' I ordered him. 'If I, even though for a second, would think I was too good for you, I wouldn't be here right now, would I?' Oliver smiled painfully.

'I guess...' He gulped a few times and closed his eyes. 'Oh, no...' Trembling, he got on his knees and started throwing up again. I rubbed his back a bit and waited for it to be over, flushing the toilet when he sank back down against the wall. 'I fucking hate this,' he said, wiping his mouth and the tears from his eyes. I handed him the glass of water again and he drank some.

'Only positive thing about this is that it's from lack of drugs, and not drugs itself,' I tried. Oliver made a face, rolled his eyes and then carefully chuckled.

'Yeah, let's see it that way,' he muttered, emptying the glass. Then he tried to get up. I did so too and gave him my hand, pulling him up to his full height and looking up at him in slight worry when he staggered a bit. 'I'll be fine,' he croaked. 'Don't worry.' Then he carefully walked to the double sink and took his toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it. 'Leph go to beph,' he said while brushing his teeth. I chuckled and nodded, leaving him for a moment to close everything off and get ready for bed myself. Oliver was already in when I came back, shivering and trembling. He cuddled up to me again, and I let him, hoping that he would find some comfort and fall asleep.

'Talk to me, Ali,' he whispered.

'About what?,' I asked.

'I don't care, something.' I thought for a moment.

'Do you remember that one time at Warped we all stayed in a hotel for a weekend, and we hung out at the pool?,' I asked him. Oliver hummed. 'I shared a room with Ash Costello, and she kept bugging me about how you were interested in me. I didn't believe her, because you kept being a –'

'- fucking cunt,' he chuckled a bit. 'I remember. I threw you in the pool with Nicholls.'

'I hated you guys,' I laughed, Oliver's head bouncing at my chest because of it. He laughed now too, and I ran my fingers through his hair.