Sometimes I Forget || Oli
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pairing - Oli x reader
word count - 953
warnings - none
A/N -
summary - The one where you make Oli worry
You didn’t realize how heavily you relied on Oli. After all, you never lived alone. You went from living with your parents to living in a University dorm with a roommate to living with Oli. All you knew was being with someone else. Oli was always the one to remind you to live a healthy life. You often got stressed about work so you wouldn’t eat unless Oli reminded you to, and you stayed up way too late working on projects if Oli didn’t make you turn off your computer by midnight. Naturally, when he was off doing book tours and YouTube conferences for two months straight, you fell apart a little bit.
The stress of your work and the pressure and unfamiliarity of living alone was taking its tole on you. You pulled multiple all-nighters and when you didn’t, you hardly ever fell asleep before 2:00. You hadn’t eaten a proper meal since Oli left and mostly consumed coffee, crackers, and more coffee. You didn’t want to admit it, because admitting it would mean admitting that you needed Oli far more than you should.
You knew the other buttercream boys were worried about you. They came over occasionally and asked you when you last ate, and you always lied. Whenever they asked if you wanted to go out, you lied again and said you were too busy. Truthfully, you just wanted to focus on your work, because any time you weren’t working, you were counting down the minutes until Oli came home. Going out with his friends would only further remind you that he wasn’t there. They worried, but you assured them that you were fine.
After two months, Oli finally came back home. As soon as you heard the front door open, you ran over to him and threw yourself in his arms. He picked you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Good to see you too, love,” Oli laughed, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “How’ve you been?”
“I missed you,” you mumbled into his neck.
“I missed you too,” he said, rubbing your back gently. “I’m gonna put you down now, okay?” You laughed and jumped off of him, immediately going to wrap your arms around him again. “Didn’t think you’d miss me that much!” Oli teased.
“I hate when you’re gone,” you said, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Well, I hate being gone,” he said. With that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled and kissed him back. “The boys said you didn’t go out much,” he said casually when you both pulled away.
You shrugged, “I don’t like going out without you.”
“You’ve been taking care of yourself, yeah?” he asked.
You nodded, but didn’t add much else. Not wanting any further interrogation, you told Oli you were going to take a shower. He nodded and went to bring his stuff back in the bedroom. Your shower was quick and when you got out, you wrapped your towel around your body and went into your bedroom to change. Oli watched as you dropped your towel and slipped on some underwear. “(Y/N)?” Oli said gently. You turned to him as you pulled one of his t shirts over your head.
“Come here, babe,” he said, opening his arms up to you. He was sitting on the bed in his sweats and a t shirt, urging you to come beside him. You did so, crawling into bed and cuddling up next to him. Before you could really get comfortable, Oli lifted your shirt up a bit and looked at your tummy. His fingers grazed along your rib cage, and that was when you knew you were screwed. “What did you eat when I was gone?” he asked, his fingers still tracing your bones. You shrugged. “How much sleep did you get?” Again, you stayed silent. “(Y/N) your bones are almost sticking out,” Oli said gently. “And your eyes- hell you look exhausted.”
“I just forget to eat sometimes,” you said quietly, wanted desperately for the conversation to end.
“How often did you forget?”
“I drank lots of coffee.”
“Don’t yell at me!” you said back. “I’m sorry. I just, you know I get stressed and i forget to eat and I don’t always go to bed on time. I can’t help it.”
“I so worry about you,” Oli said, pulling you closer to him. “What if I’m gone for longer than a couple months? I don’t want you getting poorly because I’m not here.”
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I’m not doing it on purpose.”
“I know,” Oli sighed. “I just don’t know what to do. You really scare me sometimes.”
“I know,” you said. “I’ve just always relied on people and I don’t know how to function when someone’s not here to help me. I’m not proud of it and I know I need to work on it, but I’m just so used to you being here to remind me to eat and to coax me into bed. I can’t always do that on my own.”
“I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder,” he said softly, brushing his fingers through your hair. “I can’t worry about you every time I leave the house.”
“I know,” you said for the hundredth time. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he said, placing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Tomorrow we can go out for breakfast, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you smiled, looking up at him. “I’m so glad I have you.”
Oli smiled back, “I love you.”