I am so sorry this has taken so long! Won't bore you with excuses but I hope you're still with me.

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Take care in these crazy times x

-OG-

With fear of sounding dramatic, I feel the earth shatter around me.

Adrenaline pushes him forward as he fights through the flurry of people that stand people us.

"Is it true?" He looks from me to Bones but I can't do this. I can't lose him this way.

I bolt for the door and I'm surprised he's keeping up, but I have to go. I can't hurt him any more than he already has been.

"Don't make me chase you" he calls after me and I feel bad, so I stop. He's with me in seconds and

he cups my face, his eyes gentle as always and pleading with me.

"Come back to me"

It's pissing rain and the way his curls hang on his forehead make me want to sweep them away so I do, now it's me cupping his face and he leans into my touch. The warmth I feel inside, like electricity is all consuming. It's love like I've never experienced, love for the man standing soaking wet in front of me begging me not to break his heart. I don't even think I loved Elvis as much as I love him.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and our bodies connect so closely, I swear I can feel his heart racing just as fast as mine against my chest. If it wasn't illegal, I'd take him here and now. I want to rip his clothes off and feel the connection that only he can give me.

Pure love and it's only now that I'm about to lose it once more that I realise, I will never be this lucky again. I take one last kiss before I shatter his world to bits. One last time because I know he ain't gonna want me when he finds out.

"I'm sorry Charles. So sorry"

I watch his chocolate brown eyes turn black. The man I love, Well I just obliterated him into a million pieces. He's rooted to the spot, knuckles white, clenched tightly around the handles of his crutches. Might gonna get them wrapped round me nut in a minute.

"Say something... please" I'm verging on pathetic.

But he says nothing. The vacant, wounded look in his eyes once again there where his warm, smiling eyes were only moments ago.

Hurt, physically and emotionally and vulnerable too. I know I've handed Charles to her on a silver platter.

I watch as she appears from nowhere and instantly becomes a third crutch. She loves him. I can see it in her eyes because for once she hasn't made this a competition between me and her. She's genuine in her concern even if she's the cause of this.

Olivia

"I want to be alone" Charles demands, knocking back another drink.

"Do you really think that's wise? You're barely mobile sober, how are you going to get about while pissed?"

There is a dark sadness in his beautiful brown eyes that pains me because I put it there, but in the long run, this is for the best. Molly isn't the girl for him.

He needs someone more suited to his back ground, someone with social standing and someone who can be everything he needs. Lover, friend and everything in between. That someone is me.

He concedes after knocking back a final drink and rises unsteadily to his feet knowing I've got him. I always will.

We travel back home in silence but I do my best to comfort him as best as can. The soft skin on the back of his hand sends tingles down my spine as I stroke my fingers across, enjoying every second until he pulls his hand away.

"It will be okay Charlie. You can finally move on. We can get you back on course for promotion"

He says nothing, just continues staring into space or occasionally pressing his phone to light up the screen where Molly's face smiles back at him. She's been the cause of all his pain.

"The promotion means nothing if I haven't got Molly"

His words are cold. I know I'm opening myself up to get hurt here but my heart has over taken my head on this, I'm the first to admit I'm acting a little bit crazy but I have loved him so deeply from the very moment I met him. I've watched him make mistake after mistake and it's always hurt because I know I could make him the happiest man alive. He deserves better than my brothers left overs.

"I do wonder Charlie, if Elvis hadn't had died... would you have ever stood a chance with her?"

I've cut him to the bone but I don't regret it. He needs to wake up, realise that he is temporary for her. She probably just feels a bit sorry for him, you know he's got that wounded soldier thing going on and all that. Elvis would be turning in his grave too. His best mate and his fiancé?

He rises, shaking with anger and returns to the room that was theirs. Maybe it will become ours?

"You know Olivia, you've been very cruel in your pursuit of Charles. Cruel to both of them. Your brother would be very disappointed"

I can't look my mother in the eye, disapproval radiates from her.

I knock gently at the door, my intentions pure, I just want to know if he's okay.

He doesn't answer so I take the liberty of letting myself in, glad to see that he's resting at last and still a little bit pissed so I sit with him.

"You know she doesn't deserve you Charlie"

"That's not for you to decide"

He looks at me so intensely, his dark eyes burning holes into me and before I know it, I give into the burning urge and almost painful need I have to touch his face. My lips are on his and I've straddled him in a matter of seconds.

I've needed this. I've needed to finally creep over the invisible line to make him see that everything he needs is right here.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He rages.

"It's time for me to go" he storms, almost falling because his legs can't move as fast as he wants them to.

"Charles, I'm sorry. I thought you'd want me. We'd be good together"

He says nothing and packs his stuff, furiously muttering to himself.

He attempts to balance a Bergen on his back whilst hobbling on crutches so I try to stop him.

"Fuck off Olivia!" He shouts louder than I've ever heard before. "Molly was right, you have used and manipulated this situation right from the start" he snarled. "I have never shown any interest in you beyond you being Elvis's kid sister. You've been so quick to throw Elvis at Molly, maybe you should think how sickened he'd be by your behaviour and treatment of the woman he loved"

For the second time with the space of 10 minutes I'm told how disappointed my brother would be in me and it's probably the truth. I've definitely lost this fight.

Mother appears from nowhere, and it's evident that she also concludes that this was a giant fucking mistake. She takes his Bergen and offers him a lift to where ever he wants to go.

"Let's get you back to your girl"

I wish it was me. I wish I was his girl.

Molly

As I survey the damage I've done to my shit hole of a bedroom, it dawns on me that I've given that little trollop exactly what she wants. A free and easy pass to Charles. But if I hadn't of walked away then a scrap was on the cards and I ain't that girl anymore... most of the time anyway.

Elvis's face stares back at me behind the shattered glass of the photo frame. What the fuck would he make of all of this?

"Fuckin' hell" Jac shrieks at the mess from the corridor but I wave her off. Not in the mood for her or anybody else's lip while I scrap the remainders of my life off the bedroom floor. Wrecking the place seemed like a good idea at the time.

For the first time since I lost him, I'm ready to put Elvis away. Both his photo and the hold that he has over my heart. The hold that has stopped me from giving myself to Charles 100% and aided this massive hole I find myself in.

"I never stood a chance did I?"

His voice makes me jump but boy am I glad to hear it.

"To be honest Charles, no. You didn't. Not until I was ready to let him go. To really let him go."

He nods despondently, he understands.

"Did you ever love me?"

Love doesn't even come close to it. There isn't a word strong enough to describe how I feel for the man standing in front of me.

"More than you could ever possibly imagine. And I'm ready now. To let him go. To be loved again. To love you if you'll let me?"

"And Bones?"

The million dollar question.

"He meant nothing, but he's been a good friend to me. And I don't want the blame to lay at his door. If I completely honest Charles, I don't even know what happened that night with Bones, I was off my face, drowning my sorrows as I thought I'd lost you, but I did stay at his house overnight just can't remember if we actually...well you know. We've not talked about it since, I haven't seen or spoken to him until tonight since the morning after when we found you on the doorstep. Could hardly ask him now after all this time... I'm embarrassed. I'm not trying to make excuses but I need you to understand that he means nothing to me"

Once again he nods, seemingly accepting but I can't breathe until I know this is over. If he's come back to me or if he's walking away for good.

"Please let me love you Charles"

And he does. He lets me hold him and kiss him like never before. Nothing before this moment matters now, only the here and now, with his skin against mine and his lips hungrily kissing every inch of my body.

"What took us so long? To just put it all behind us, all the baggage and pissing about, we've wasted so much time"

"I was looking for something to fill a hole that I didn't realise needed to close by itself. I could never fill it or replace him, but I can be happy again, I know that now. All my life I've been looking for something and I never knew what, I thought I found it in Elvis. It's taken me a long time to accept that maybe it won't happen for me. Not if I don't have you anyway."

He take my face in his hands, so gentle and loving and finally everything feels right.

"You'll find it with me." He promises. And I believe him.