Diamonds Aren't Forever, Dear Lucy

The house was eerily silent as I crept down the stairs to get myself something to drink. Emile was spending the night round his girlfriends, my parents were out of town for the weekend, and as far as I knew, Oli was at a party, so I didn't expect him home anytime either. I hated being home alone at night time, so I was particularly on edge when he came in.

"Yeh going teh ignore me for ever Luce?" he asked from behind, scaring the living day lights out of me and making me drop the glass of water in my hands. I looked down at the now shattered cup and scowled.

"Leave meh," I muttered as I bent down to pick up the broken glass. Oli knelt down beside me and began mopping up the spilled water.

"What if I don't want teh?"

"Then I'll keep ignorin yeh. It's simple." I stood up, most of the glasss in my hand, and hurried away to dump it in the dust bin. I knew Oli was following me by the soft sounds of footfall behind me. Once the glass was deposited, I turned to face him. I hadn't actually seen his face since the party two days earlier. I had masterfully avoided him until now. He had a small scab below his lip where Andy had successfully punched him.

"What more d'yeh want meh teh say?" He took a step forward and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I can keep saying I'm sorreh but it'll mean nothing if yeh've set yeh're mind to not forgiving meh. What can I say to make this better? What will make us mates again?"

I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. "I've already forgiven yeh, I guess. I mean, yeh did the right thing so I can't be mad at yeh for tha'. But we can't just go back teh being mates."

"But why?" he stepped forward again, leaving only two more paces before our bodies would touch. I backed away one pace so there was breathing room, so that I had time to compose myself without longing to feel his hands on my body.

"Because I meant wha' I said teh yeh! An I'm 'umiliated!" My cheeks burned a bright red as I tried to turn away but he pulled me back to him, holding my hips against his pelvis as he whispered, "D'yeh still mean it?" I smelled no alcohol on his breath as it glided along my skin, making my shiver the slightest.

"No," I lied in a weak tone, looking down at his chest.

"D'yeh love Andy?"

"No."

He pulled my chin up to meet his face, and I knew this time that if he tried to kiss me, I wouldn't stop him.

"Then why'd you sleep with 'im?"

"Because yeh wouldn't 'ave meh!" I tried to whisper but my voice came out hoarse and sloppy. "I figured since I couldn't have sex with the first guy I loved then it didn't really matter who I shagged! So I just did it! But Andy wanted more than just sex, he wanted to be with meh, an I loved the idea of someone wanting me. 'e's a good guy. He cares about me. He's good for meh."

"I could be good for yeh Lucy," he breathed, brushing his lips against my forehead. "Just give me a chance to be good enough. I promise yeh I'll treat yeh the way yeh deserve."

"We both know yeh can't be in a relationship." My eyes looked at his sincere ones, but I knew no matter what he said, he would never be able to make a relationship work, especially since he was now in a touring and recording band. We would never work, and it was probably for the best.

"well I ain't never been in a serious one because I've never wanted teh be! Not til now."

"Oh come off it, Oli. Yeh couldn't be in a serious relationship if yeh bet yeh're life on it." I stepped away from him in an attempt to end our conversation but he had other plans.

"Would it make a difference if I told yeh tha' I might be in love with yeh?"

My heart nearly stopped as he said the words I had dreamed about hundreds of times, yet the moment was all wrong. We weren't supposed to be arguing, I wasn't supposed to be hating him. He was saying the only thing I wanted to hear from him, but I couldn't help but wonder if he was only saying it to fix things.

"No, it wouldn't, cause I don't love yeh anymore. I've been with Andy for almost three months. We're getting pretteh serious."

"I don't believe yeh. It's only been 3 months since I left. Love doesn't just go away tha' quickly. The only reason yeh started seein 'im was 'cause of meh, innit!? But I know yeh. I can tell by yeh're anger tha' yeh still love meh."

"Yeah? Well then explain why I dont feel tha' way anymore. Why do I want to still be with Andy even after yeh've said yeh love meh?" I glared at him and crossed my arms defiantly. He smirked, but it wasn't his signature cocky smirk, there was almost something charming about it.

"Yeh're lying." His fingers reached up and raked through my hair. "Yeh always frown when yeh lie." He leaned down towards me, grazing my lips with his own as his breathing hardened. "Just tell meh yeh love meh."

"I ain't going teh say it if it ain't true," I lied against his lips.

"Yes it is. Just say it."

"No."

"I love yeh Lucy." I could feel him smile against my lips. Our lips were brushing gently, but it wasn't a kiss, not quite yet. The sexual tension between us was mounting. "I'm admitting my love for yeh, now it's yeh're turn. Just say it."

"N-"

Before I could lie to him again, he silenced me with a soft, tender kiss that quickly turned into more than that. I couldn't breathe because of how sudden the gesture was, but I welcomed the lack of oxygen with pleasure; all I wanted was to kiss him for forever.

"Please," he gasped, pulling away from me but grabbing a fistful of my hair. He tipped his head to press our foreheads together. "Say it."

I knew I would regret it if I said it. I knew it would hurt both of us because it would change nothing. My heart was telling me that it was the wrong thing to do, and I couldn't do it, but when I looked at him and opened my mouth, it came out.

"I love yeh."

His answering smile sent a shiver through my body and my stomach a flutter. For a brief moment, I began to picture a relationship with him, but as quickly as it was there, it disappeared when my phone rang and I slipped it out of my pocket to see that Andy was ringing me.

Oliver knew who it was by the look on my face, and he grabbed my hand. "Don't answer it."

I looked down at my phone, then his pleading eyes, and I felt more conflicted than I should have been. "'e's my boyfr-"

His fingers pinched my lips closed as his free hand pulled me back to him. "No," he whispered, releasing my trembling lips. "Tonigh' yeh're mine. There is no yeh an Andy. It's yeh an me, righ' now, 'ere." He moved his mouth to my ear. "Yeh love meh an I love yeh. Tha's all tha' matters tonigh'." My phone moved from my hands to his and he dropped it on the carpet. "So just be 'ere with meh, while everything is still uncomplicated."

The phone began to ring again at our feet, and we both looked down. It rang twice more before I bent over and picked it up. Oil's face fell as he took a step back, but I moved with him, pulling the battery of the phone, and placed it in his hands.

"I'm 'ere," my voice quivered, still unsure that I was making the right decision, but once again, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever get a chance to be with Oli. Yet on the other side of things, was it worth risking my relationship with Andy? I had no more time to think about it because suddenly we were back to snogging while we stumbled to the stairs, making our way to the guest bedroom.

"We're makin a mistake," I reasoned as he gently dumped me on his bed and then lowered himself down on top of me.

"No. Yeh an me ain't neva been a mistake. Only mistake between us was tha' I neva shoulda left without tellin yeh 'ow I felt." His lips sought mine again but I denied him this time, wondering how exactly he had felt at the time of the incident.

"What d'yeh mean by tha'? 'ow long 'ave yeh felt something for meh?"

"Ages," he replied without hesitation. He pressed his nose against my collar bone and brushed the entire length. "Member tha' camping trip yeh, meh an Emile went on last summer? Yeh came out of yeh're tent in tha' hot pink bikini an tha' was the first time I felt something. Mind yeh it was my dick tha' felt it but still." He chuckled and moved his head downward, his nose now brushing my pillowy breasts. "Tha's what started it, and once I started thinkin abou yeh tha' way I couldn't stop. Even fully dressed yeh had meh all nervous 'round yeh. Yeh were always smiling an so nice teh everyone. I neva thought I 'ad a bleeding chance with yeh but it didn't stop meh from wantin yeh. Then when Emile suggested we throw yeh tha' birthday party I thought maybe it was time I do something about it. Even if I 'ad one night with yeh would be betta than nothin at all." His head lifted from my chest so he could look at me. "Then I saw yeh with Quentin. I was gutted to be 'onest. I got meself good an drunk so tha' it wouldn't bother meh but it did the opposite. When I finally 'ad yeh alone I wanted teh tell yeh tha' I 'ad been feelin things for yeh but I could only think with me fuckin dick. Then I just left Sheffield without tellin yeh cause I felt so bloody 'orrible an I only confirmed to myself tha' I was neva going teh be good enough unless I changed. It only took meh a week to realize tha' what I was feeling for yeh was more than just attraction. I was afraid to admit it to meself but Tom made me. An I'm sorreh it's taken meh three months to get it out, but I love yeh Luce, an yeh're the first girl I've eva said it teh."

Oil's eyes were wide honest, and my heart swelled with everything that was happening. I was finally getting the boy I loved, and everything was perfect, too perfect.

"Kiss meh," I whispered, smiling at him with a smile that radiated from inside my body. He did just that, enveloping my body with his own until he released me to undress myself and him. We layed together, naked, for a few minutes as he swept his hands along my backside, holding me so that my body curved into his.

"We've waited long enough," he whispered. "Guess we shouldn't wait any longer." And then finally, he was inside me, and we were together, at least, for the night we were.