Appreciated || Oli White Imagine
hello again pals it meeeee! im in a really good mood today which is odd for me but thought use to the best of my ability for the anon who requested twice now LOVE YOU! guess who’s got the orthodontist tomorrow, still not getting braces when I’m 16 in august and ive been waiting since I was 12🙄wish me luck! Again, sorry it’s short I’m still getting used how write them longer. please let me know what you think! keep requesting always helps, love you all - E x
Requested: yeeeah 🙃
Key: Y/N - your name, Y/E/C - your eye colour, Y/H/C - your hair colour.
— Y/N’s POV —
“Ok guys, that’s it for this week! Love you all!” You say to your camera, as another week passes by… Another week passes by that Oli hasn’t been himself.
You guys have been together for just around 3 years now, and ever since the first day you met him he’s been the happy, playful, exited-about-everything-red guy, but the past two weeks it’s not what he’s been like. He’s been quiet, calm (which is never like Oli), and over all just a little miserable.
“Oli, seriously what’s going on. You’ve been so quiet. You aren’t even wearing anything red, I’m seriously concerned.” You say sarcastically, looking at him through the corner of your eye, but you can clearly see that he still isn’t the same ‘Joke-ish Oli’ that you miss. “It’s been two weeks, I miss the normal Oli that just messes around! You haven’t been the same, I miss you.” You say, after finishing packing all your camera stuff away and turning around to put your arms around his neck, leaning your head in the crook of his neck.
“I know babe, I’m sorry. It’s just the boys, that’s all. I’ll be back to normal soon.” He whispers, placing his hands around your waist to pull you in closer, making sure to hold you in tight, the tightness you loved and made you feel so at home.
“What do you mean it’s the boys? You want me to talk to them?” You frustratedly say, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him straight in his beautiful eyes.
The boys were never the nicest to Oli, you saw this but you also saw he was happy around them, he had his Bestfriends and he was ok. But they could have been nicer. And you could always tell that Oli was insecure, because he was always shifty around them, and if he was getting ready for a night out he’d always have to make sure every single little thing was perfect, and he always looked at the others with envy.
This was the envy that made you love him more, but it also made you feel the need to prove to him that he was perfect in his own way, no matter what the boys looked like.
“No no, it’s just that they always look so nice, and so attractive and then there’s me on the end. But I’m just being paranoid. I’m good.” He mentions, looking down at his feet. This was the most he’d opened up to you in two weeks. Was this seriously how he felt?.
“No. Reverse a second. No. Don’t you dare do this to yourself.” You whisper softly, cupping his face in your hands and bringing his eyes up to meet yours. Your eyes lock and for a second you see pure sadness, but that fades into calmness when your eyes interlock. “Your perfect, so don’t even bother bringing yourself down to that level. They’re different to you, your you and they’re all the same. When they meet girls, they may aswell sleep with all of them because there’s nothing different about them. Your different Oli. Your beautiful, amazing, and weirdly obsessed with the colour red but that’s a good thing! A great thing in fact! I love you the way you are.” You say, looking up into his eyes and seeing a look of pure lust and love.
“Thank you. Your amazing. I love you.” He says, sitting down on the end of the bed, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, looking up into your Y/E/C eyes, and stroking your Y/H/C hair gently, as you relax into his arms.
“Your amazing. And for the record, you suit red.” You say cheekily with a wink, toddling off into the other room where you are followed by him.
That night, he definitely knew how much he was appreciated.