"I think Oliver's getting lucky tonight."

I giggled at Abel's words, laying my head against his chest as we watched Oliver take some dark haired girl and led her toward the dark and secluded area of the club.

"You aren't going to get lucky tonight, are you okay with that?" I said, lifting my head up to stare down at Abel. He shifted my body on his lap so I was straddling him, my eyes widening when I realized the position we were in.

"I was hoping I would." He admitted, his finger trailing down my arm, "But it looks like I'm stuck with you all night." I could tell by the small smirk on his face that he was joking.

"Abel?" I whispered, resting my head against his chest again.

"Hmm?"

"I'm a virgin." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. The second they were out, I sat back up and started to slip off of Abel's lap.

Why the hell would I tell him that? Did he even care?

"What?" He questioned, genuinely shocked, "But you were with Sean-"

"We never did anything passed making out. I. . . look, I think I should just go back to the hotel." I stood up, gasping when I felt the room start to tilt around me.

"Liv, we were supposed to go all night." He said, reaching for my arm.

"Maybe I don't want to go all night." I snapped, "Maybe I just want to be alone with you and not in some shitty club." His grip tightened on my arm for a minute, his lips parted.

"Then we can go back. We can party there." He closed the small gap between us, "I don't care if we stick around or not. I've been to a ton of these shitholes." I felt his hand fall from around my arm to holding my hand.

"Are you sure? Abel, if you want to stay, I can call and UBER and-"

"We're calling an UBER anyway you look at it." He said, "And I don't mind, Liv." He pulled out his phone, probably to text Oliver that we were leaving.

"Come on. I'll get us an UBER on the way out." I wrapped my hand around his bicep and walked toward the door, swerving to avoid couples that were too busy sticking their tongues down each others throats to notice us walking by. Once we had made it outside, I let out a shaky breath and stared up at the brightly lit sky. It was different from the dimly lit, usually star studded sky back home in LA.

"Don't cry." Abel said quietly when he saw the tears pooling in my eyes, "God, you're even more of a lightweight then I thought." I could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, but I only shook my head.

"It's not the alcohol. It's just. . . there's only a few weeks left before the end of the summer, Abel. What's going to happen then?" He stayed quiet, his eyes scanning the streets for our UBER. It wasn't until the car pulled up in front of us that he met my eyes with his own, showing no sign of being drunk whatsoever, and responded.

"I don't know, Liv. I don't know."

*

When we got back to the hotel room, Abel messed his hair up and kicked his shoes off, muttering something about his shoes being ridiculously hard to take off under his breath.

"Abel, about earlier. . ." I trailed off, taking my own shoes off and setting them beside the bed. Abel looked up, clearly curious to hear what I was going to say.

"Yeah?" He asked, prompting me to continue.

"You know I love you, and that I'd do anything-"

"Are you trying to let me down easy?" his voice was so cold and lifeless that I had to make sure it was still Abel sitting in front of me.

"No!" I shook my head and moved toward him, "No, Abe. I. . . I always thought you were another brother to me, when we were kids. I knew. . . I knew you were in love with me, when we were kids. . ." I stuttered, pushing my curls out of my eyes as I took his hand.

"When we were kids I hurt you, and I never got to apologize for that. I didn't understand what love was back then. I wanted this whole beautiful life when I got older, one that my brother's best friend didn't fit into." I reached up and touched Abel's jaw, feeling him tense under my touch.

"But I was wrong. My life wouldn't be the same without you, Abe. You were always there for me, even when that asshole went and slept with Lena. You were the one that was there to comfort me. You were the one that treated me like a Queen, even when I'm the one that turned you into the jerk that used girls for his own personal gain." I stood back up, leaning forward so I was in front of him again, "I think I love you as more then a friend, Abel Hendricks." He let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a moan.

"Shit." He whispered, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to hear that, Liv. All that shitty fantasies I made up in my head didn't come close to this." He reached around me and started to unzip my dress, his eyes glistening with more then just anxiousness.

"Not tonight." He breathed out when I reached to unbuckle his belt, "I want too, Liv. Believe me. But we've both drank and I don't want you to regret it in the morning." I wanted to assure him that I wouldn't, but didn't say anything. He continued to unzip the dress until it fell off of me and on the ground at my feet. I could feel my whole body flaming as he looked me up and down, his breathing growing staggered.

"Put this on." He choked out, handing me one of his shirts, "Before I do something I know I'll regret." I held the shirt for a moment, shaking my head.

"But that's on the list, Abel. Doing something you'll regret the next morning." I whispered, clenching the shirt in my hand.

"Stop. Stop provoking me, Liv. I want you so fucking bad right now, but what good is it going to do when I know you're drunk and you aren't the girl I fell in love with? You aren't the shy girl that tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous, or the girl who's laugh makes me feel as if I'm some sort of God for getting it out of her. You aren't my Livvy right now." I stared at him, my eyes starting to burn.

"But I am, Abel." I could hear my voice turning into a whine, "Why don't you want me?" He stood up and took my face in both of his hands, his eyes dark with lust.

"Listen to me, Olivia. I don't want you right now because you are drunk. You aren't thinking straight and you're acting like a God damn child not getting her way." I started to pull away, but he kept a hold of my arm, "Now please put this on." He pushed the t shirt back into my arms. I slid it over my head and sat on the edge of the bed until Abel came out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"Come here." He patted the spot on the bed beside him, offering me his hand. I laid down, scooting back toward him until he was spooning me.

"You're so beautiful." He kissed the same spot on my neck that I'm sure he had left a hickey earlier, "So fucking beautiful, baby." I rolled around to face him, my lips tugging into a smile when I saw the grin on his face.

"You remember when you used to climb into bed and hold me when Mom and Dad used to fight when we were twelve?" He smiled, his finger trailing down my arm and bare leg.

"Of course." He mumbled, "It was when I realized I was into as more then just a childhood crush." I nuzzled my face against him, feeling his arms circle around me.

"It was when I realized that life wasn't perfect. That bad things happened, no matter how lucky or happy you thought you were. You know what I mean?" He chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back.

"I wish I could tell you I didn't, but I do, Liv. I really fucking do." He buried his face against my neck and sighed, "But there are some things that are far beyond luck. And me meeting you was one of those things. You and Oli are the only things in this world I care about, and I'd let myself be dragged through hell before losing either of you."

***AN***

Hope you guys enjoyed despite it not being very eventful. 

The next chapter will make up for that, I can assure you ;)

Let me know what you guys thought! Are you happy Olivia finally told him?

~ChasingMadnes24