Olivia (h.s)

nine

H.

I'm sitting at the table with a few of my teammates, cracking jokes and having a good time with them. It's when I have girls coming up to me that I lose interest and don't want to be at parties.

"Who ya looking for?" I hear Lance ask, my eyes looking back at him.

"Shut up," I just laugh, and I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out and see a message from Oliva, my hand opening it.

Olivia: hey, where are you???

I'm quick to respond back.

Olivia: I'mm at the TKE hous

My eyebrows furrow and I text her, asking her who she's with. There isn't a response and I'm off my chair shortly after. "I'll be back later," I say, putting my beer on the table and walking through the people out the house.

TKE is a fraternity and I don't like the thought of her being there and with how she was texting, she's drunk.

I run down the street and towards the house, running the four blocks to get to her. People are on the grass and beer cans liter the ground. My hand pushes the door open and a kid in a backwards visor asks why I'm here.

"Get out of my way," I say, shoving him away from the hallway.

People look at me as I observe the rooms, my eyes scanning every possible area. Girls walk up to me, asking why I'm here and why they never see me around, but I just brush past them. Then I walk to the back door in the hopes she's out here.

I open it up and I see Olivia sitting on the stairs, no one around her. She turns her head to me and stands up, my hand reaching out to her.

"I-I think there was something in my drink. I ran outside," she says and tears start dropping from her eyes. I walk closer to her and sit her back down, my eyebrows furrowed as I think about what she just said. I hate frats; they do stupid shit like this.

"Stay here for a minute okay," I whisper, brushing her cheek to wipe away a few tears. The sight makes me just want to do everything I can to see her happy.

"I'm going to find a water bottle," I tell her, her head nodding. I stand up, going back to the house and opening the fridge. I look through the gross amount of shit food and find a water bottle in the back. Once I have it, I rush back outside.

I take in what Olivia is wearing and see her shirt is revealing her back and a small amount of her chest. Her skirt is short and she has high top sneakers on her feet. Under other circumstances, I'd admire her body much longer.

"I texted you," she tells me, and I nod. I push her hair away from her face and behind her ears. She drinks from the bottle and I kneel on the ground in front of her. "I'm sorry if you were busy. I just," she breathes, struggling with her words. "I needed someone."

As much as I want to smile and relish the thought, I'm just happy I got here when I did.

"I'm glad you texted me. I ran here," I tell her, holding her waist. She continues to drink, and I watch her start to bob her head. I stand up, getting her to stand too. My hand grabs her hair and she empties her stomach over the railing. I'm not grossed out; concerned and happy she's getting whatever she had in her stomach out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," she says, and I run my hand over her back.

"Don't worry about it," I whisper, and just keep my eyes on her. I just stay behind her, holding her while she stays over the ledge incase she needs to empty her stomach more.

She takes the water bottle and puts it against her lips, drinking some more. When she's done, she hiccups and I set her back to sit on the steps.

"Did you come here with your friends?" I ask, her nod signifying a yes.

"They ditch you again?" and she shrugs.

"I kind of go off and do my own thing. Meet new people, but today I had one drink and came out here. It took me forever to find your name because my vision got blurry. I just kept my eyes closed until I felt better," she explains, moving her head on my shoulder.

"You're safe with me," I tell her, wrapping my arm around her. She curls closer to me and I just let her rest, my head leaning on hers.

"Olivia," I whisper, her head lifting up. Her bright blue eyes look up at me, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I want to make sure she's okay, and I blurt out my thought.

"Stay with me, tonight. Just so you're okay," I tell her, and her hand grabs mine on my thigh. She entwines our fingers.

"I don't want to be sick at your house," she tells me, and I can't help but smile.

"I want to be the one to take care of you," I tell her, her head resting back on my shoulder. She gives me a small nod, and I slowly get up. But I move my arms beneath her and lift her up into my arms. I cradle her in my arms, holding her securely as I begin to walk.

My house is between these two so it's not too far of a walk. She holds onto me tightly and I rest my head on hers as she nuzzles her head in my neck.

"You smell good," she mumbles, but the feeling of her lips on my skin makes my heart beat a little faster.

"Thanks, Liv," I whisper, and I can feel her smile against my skin.

"No one calls me that," she whispers, "everyone calls me O as a nickname."

I smile and hold her tighter, my hands feeling her soft skin. "Then looks like I have my nickname for you."

She keeps a smile on her lips and I make it to my house. Luckily all the guys are still out so I am able to easily move her to my room. I lay her on my bed and take note to the fact she's nearly asleep already. I take her shoes off, setting them beside my bed, and pull the bed sheets over her.

I grab a pillow and blanket, taking it to the couch and laying down. With one last check on her, I rest my head on the pillow and fall asleep.