You and Oliver have been friends for a long time now, ever since you'd moved in opposite to Oliver. You had constant sleepovers, and you were practically like a second son to Oliver's parents. And they adored you, of course.

The morning after another reckless sleepover, you stirred, causing Oliver to wake. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm golden streaks across the bedcovers. You could smell the faint scent of breakfast cooking downstairs as you found your limbs to be tangled together with Oliver's.

"No... stay," Oliver sleepily mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness as he tightened his hold around your waist. His dark hair fell into his eyes and you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your shoulder.