The Only One For Me | 2p!England

The thing was Allen flirted with you, and no amount of protests would ever stop him. He was a dick like that, always going against orders, and honestly, everyone knew this. Everyone. So, it shouldn't have come to a surprise when he started flirting with you, and refused to stop.

You had tried, despite knowing him, because not only did it make you a little uncomfortable, you were dating Oliver, the one you actually loved. The last thing you wanted was for any misunderstandings to happen; you loved this relationship, but you knew of a few others who didn't (coughLouiscough), and they'd be happy if given any chance to ruin it. So you had protested and he had stopped, for a minute before continuing his aimless flirting. You had this suspicion that half the time he didn't even realise he was doing it.

Sighing, you just let it be, and decided if something were to be said, you'd just explain the truth. Oliver would listen to you, you were sure. After all, he always listened, and it was with this thought in mind, you just tuned out his flirting and went about your life. It was only yesterday that you even realised something was wrong, let alone what it actually was.

As always, the second you arrived home from shopping, you were bombarded with countless amounts of flirting from Allen, which left you not only sighing but also wondering how on Earth he got in (because Oliver couldn't have let him in, he's at work). As you walked to the kitchen and placed the heavy bags down, you could hear the American follow after you, almost like some lost horny little puppy. He started the routinely flirting, leaning against the island and watched as you began to pack away the shopping.

You went about the kitchen, shoving frozen items into the freezer and carefully piling the tins upon one another in the cupboards. You thought about idle things, anything that came to mind really, as he continued, asking questions but never expecting - nor really wanting - answers. It was alright (mainly because you didn't hear most of it)...and then the sound of a loud bang from upstairs could be heard, causing you to jump and shriek a little.

Coughing, embarrassed at the noise you let out, you first thought it may have been a murderer, a clumsy murderer but a murderer nonetheless, and then the sound of footsteps racing down the stairs could be heard. Either the murderer is also really stupid, or Ollie's home earlier than I thought, you thought. Earlier that day, Oliver had explained he was going to be at work a little later than usual, to catch up with all of it, which was why you'd gone out shopping, deciding to occupy yourself for a bit since you thought you'd have been alone most of the day. However, that doesn't seem the case.

The sound of Oliver's footfalls started getting louder and louder, until they ceased altogether. He was now there, in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at Allen with a fiercely-narrowed glare. You sighed, knowing how your boyfriend got when he was angry, and placed the items you were about to pack away down. Turning, you reached a hand out to the blonde-haired man- only to wince in shock when he turned the glare towards you.

He'd never glared at you before. In fact, if there was one thing Oliver did, it was make sure there was always a smile on your face, even on the hardest days in your life, so this...this was startling. "O-Ollie?" You asked, cursing yourself for stuttering, and placed your arm back down to your side. You had a feeling trying to reach out to him right now wasn't the best idea.

"Are you quite done?" Oliver suddenly spoke up, confusing you both, though the confusion was clearer on your face than on Allen's. "What do you mean, Ollie-?" You were interrupted by Oliver turning to you and growling, "Don't call me that! If you're going to just let this- this-," He paused, gesturing Allen like he was gesturing towards the most disgusting thing ever, "-this thing flirt with you, you are not allowed to call me that!"

You were frozen, your feet glued to the ground as you watched him round on Allen, who began sputtering and gesturing angrily himself at what Oliver had called him. They neared one another, both as angry as they could be, and you knew you should stop it- you had to - but... You were surprised. Honestly, you hadn't expected this. You had expected something but not this.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so shocked. After all, were it the other way around, you'd be the same; jealous and annoyed that Oliver was just letting someone else flirt with him. It's not the type of thing that can just be passed off as innocent as well- like a friendly hug; it was flirting, and Allen was the one doing it, to make matters more difficult.

Suddenly, Allen lifted a hand up, curled tightly into a fist, and punched Oliver straight in the nose. You gasped and rushed forward, shouting for both to stop. Neither seemed to hear you, as Oliver rushed towards Allen, tackling him to the ground and punching him back. They continued to fight like there was no tomorrow, punching and kicking each other bloody. You knew trying to separate the two would only lead to you getting punched, so instead you rushed over to the saucepans and grabbed one, pulling out a wooden spoon along the way, and then you began to bang on it.

Once, twice, thrice, four times. It took four times for them to stop; three times for them to hear it, one more time to even get their attention. When you finally had it on you, you took a couple of seconds to take them in, bloody and panting and so very, very angry. You sighed quietly and gently placed the saucepan and spoon. What were you to say that wouldn't cause either of them to snap back? They were just as angry as a bunch of lions, the last thing you wanted was to piss them off further, but you had to say something.

You noticed Allen trying to get Oliver off, struggling and pushing, and not wanting another fight to break out, you gently called out to Oliver to get off of him. He huffed and surprisingly obeyed, though not without a final harsh shove to Allen. "Fine. I'll get off of your boyfriend." He snapped back, climbing off of him, and before you could answer back, he was gone, back upstairs and into - you assumed - the bedroom.

Your mouth opened and closed, opened and closed before- "What?" Why would he think that? Yes, you should have stopped Allen (well, you did try but really, that's beside the point), but you loved Oliver. You thought he knew that! He should know it, you've told him enough times! Allen chuckled at the departing figure of the Englishman, and then shook his head when he took in your hurt face. You narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he playfully held his hands up in mock surrender.

Sighing, your eyes slipped close as you punched the bridge of your nose. "I think you should leave, Allen. Now." Surprisingly, instead of protesting, Allen obeyed for once doing, getting up and leaving. "Thank you." You said quietly, and he nodded before he too was gone, leaving you alone in the kitchen to wonder what the hell to do next, (and if there really was anything you could do).

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It was awkward the next day, and the day after that. Oliver went out more often, and no matter how many times you tried to call him or text him, he wouldn't answer. You began to worry for him; you didn't want him hurt, you just wanted to explain to him that the flirting meant nothing. You didn't even do it back!

By the fourth day, you decided to get a glass of water after trying to call him for the tenth time. Slowly, you slid out of the bed, tired but stubborn. You wouldn't go to sleep until Oliver was home, even if he refused to sleep with you and instead slept on the sofa. You just wanted him home, where he was safer than outside.

Grabbing a housecoat, you slipped it on, wrapping the belt around you and snuggling deeper into it's warmth. You began walking down the stairs, not bothering to close the door to the bedroom (you were coming back up in a minute, anyway). However, the sound of the door opening quietly made you pause, half-way down the stairs, one hand on the banister as wide eyes stared down at the front door.

When you saw it was only Oliver, you could not help but sigh in relief- and then you remembered the situation, and immediately your shoulders tensed again. Should you talk to him? He's probably had such a long day but... Well, it had to be now or you'll never do it. Taking a deep breath in, you walked the rest of the way down with a faster speed, and when Oliver saw you, you took hold of his arm before he could sigh and walk off again.

"Please, Ollie-Oliver. Sorry. I just want to explain-." You began, only to be interrupted by his growl. Still, you carried on, hand gripping tightly onto his arm. "I want to explain, and I will explain. Oliver, it meant nothing. The flirting-," He growled again, "- it meant nothing! I tuned it out often-." He suddenly stopped trying to tear his arm away, and turned to you, eyes burning with anger. You did not back down though. You had to get him to see the truth.

"How about actually stopping him from flirting, huh? Instead of just ignoring him, actually stop him!" He snapped, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"You know him, Ollie. No amount of protesting can get him to stop when he wants to do something."

Oliver scoffed and restarted in the tug of war with his arm, to which you gripped tighter, causing your nails to dig in. You could see it caused him a little pain, from the slightest wince that appeared on his face, and you loosened just a little, sending him an apologetic look.

"Don't scoff at me, Ollie. You know him. Christ, he's done it to you too! He flirts with anything, but it does not mean anything to me! I ignored him, and when I did so, I thought of you. You are the only one for me, please believe that!"

That seemed to startle him because he stopped tugging again, staring down at you with wide eyes. He certainly hadn't expected that, had he? But why? As stated before, you loved him and only him, and you damn well made sure he knew that every single day! Or at least you thought you did... Maybe there was something else going as well? You sighed, and dragging him over to the stairs, you had him sit down beside you.

"What's wrong, Ollie? I mean, what else is wrong? It's not just the flirting, is it?" You asked, bringing up a hand to stop him when he opened his mouth to protest, and you watched him sigh, looking quite dejected.

He didn't say anything for a while, and for a moment, you thought you would have to fight to get him to open up, but then he spoke, "Am I alright?" You stared, confused. What did he mean by that?

"I mean, for you? Do you still love me?" Your eyes widened, mouth parting softly. "W-what? Of course I do! Why would you even think otherwise? How many times do I have to tell you and show you how much I love you, Oliver?" You moaned, a little annoyed now at his train of thought. Why was he thinking like that? Who had planted it in his head you did not love him? Because surely someone must have, he wouldn't be thinking it otherwise.

Oliver huffed and crossed his arms, placing them on his knees so he could lay his chin on them. "I don't know. It's just- well, I saw Jones flirt with you and, I don't know, something just seemed to change. I'm worried you don't like me. I mean, I know I'm not as cool as Allen or Louis or adorable as James or strong as Viktor or-." You knew you had to stop his ramblings, because he was not only getting himself worked up again but he was starting to lose breath, so you did the only thing that came to mind; kiss him. You dove straight in, turning his head just in time to kiss him straight on the lips. It was a simple, gentle kiss, one made mainly to distract but it seemed to calm Oliver, which you mentally smiled at.

Finally, you pulled away, leaving a hand on his cheek to gently stroke. "You are perfect to me. I don't care if you none of those or if you're all of those; you are perfect, you are wonderful, and-," You paused, leaning in to gently nip at his lip, causing a blush to form on his cheeks, "- you are mine. Don't ever forget that." You winked playfully, nipping his lip again before standing up. "Now, I'm going to get a drink, while you're going to go upstairs and wait for me." He gave you a confused look but the cheeky wink sent his way after, caused crimson to flush his face brightly.

You've never seen Oliver move so fast.