{ Daniel }
Oliver and that little fücker Julian talk for what seems like hours and hours. What could they possibly be talking about?
My patience gets close to breaking when Oliver reaches up to put his hands on Julian's shoulders and starts asking him for something. Almost begging. What could he be asking him that he can't ask me? I fücking hate this.
Thankfully that whole thing is over quickly and Oliver goes back to his own seat on the floor, but then they start chatting and laughing, which still pisses me off.
Oliver and I used to be like that, before and after the whole omega thing. We used to talk all day, every day and laugh about everything. I can’t believe there was a time we were that close and now is just…
"Stop looking over there," Harry whispers in my ear, making me jum
