Oliver awoke eight hours later. Sarah was still asleep, and as far as he
could tell, she had never woken up.
Oliver's stomach growled loudly. He had forgotten that he hadn't eaten breakfast, and by now it was past lunchtime. With much reluctance, Oliver ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat and brought it back to the room. He would have eaten sitting next to Sarah, but he was unsure as to how much she would appreciate crumbs on her bed, so he ate at her desk.
He observed her while he ate. The swelling in her leg was practically gone, he assumed it was because she was healing. As he looked at her, he couldn't get over how breathtaking she was. He had done practically nothing but talk to her for the past few days. He found that she was very smart, caring, kind, funny, and fun; she was beautiful on the inside, and out. He also found out that she had never flown in her life. She had a broom (a good one in fact) but she had never flown because she was too scared.
Maybe one day he would change that.maybe.
Just as he was finishing his glass of cider, he saw movement on the bed. Sarah had brought her hand up and was rubbing her eyes.
He rushed over to be by her side when she opened those eyes.
"...Ummmm" She moaned, as her eyes fluttered open, and began to stretch a little.
"Welcome back." Oliver said stroking her hair out of her face.
"Morning." She said with a sleepy smile.
"More like evening." Oliver said with a little chuckle.
"Wh- what time is it?" she said sitting up slightly alarmed.
"Half past five."
"Wow" she said with a little sleepy laugh. "How's the leg feel?" Oliver said looking worriedly at it.
"Fine, I think I'll be able to walk." She said slowing swinging her feet over the other side of the bed.
Oliver got off the bed and helped her get up, just in case she wasn't completely healed.
As soon as she got up, Oliver was by her side with his hand firmly around her waist. They walked around the room together for about five minutes, then she stared walking by herself.
Sarah turned and smiled broadly at Oliver, who was standing about ten feet away looking as though he was expecting her to fall. Just then Sarah's stomach growled, much like Oliver's had.
"Ohh, excuse me!" Sarah said slightly embarrassed, putting both hands over her stomach.
Oliver busted-up laughing.
"Ok, it wasn't that funny!" She said with mock offence, putting her hands on her hips.
"I think we should get you something to eat." Oliver said walking over to her.
"I think so too." She said smiling.
Sarah looked up at Oliver; he looked like he was going to cry.
"What's wrong?" She said very sympathetically.
While Sarah had been walking on her own, Oliver had been thinking. He was thinking about how he could go back to playing Quidditch. About how this one girl had given him his whole life back, and she thought nothing of it. Like she hadn't done anything special.
But it was.
"Thank you." He said from the bottom of his heart with tears about to run down his face.
Just seeing him cry made her want to cry.
"Ooh...Come here." she said with open arms and teary eyes.
Oliver willingly fell into her arms. While they hugged he just cried, more then he could ever remember he had before. They were tears of joy. While he cried, she just ran her hands soothingly up and down his back.
Finally he pulled back and wiped his face.
"Your welcome." She said whole heatedly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver and Sarah eventually went down into the garden and had dinner. The sun was just about done setting. It was a beautiful night.
Oliver kept looking at Sarah, smiling.
At first she thought that he had just looked at her once or twice. But after a few peeks at him she realized he was staring.
"What?" She said slightly leaning forward, and whispering as if she was about to hear a secret. She was teasing him and he knew it.
"Well, I just remembered something. You said that you had never flown before, am I correct?" He said mischievously and with a grin that matched his tone.
"Y-es." She said backing up in her chair, looking ready to run if anything were to happen. She was also searching his face to see if she could read what he was getting at.
"Well that's funny, because, as you know, I play Quidditch and I love to fly. And..Ohh.. look at what I happen to have here." He said pulling out her broom from behind his chair.
Her eyes looked like those of a deer caught in the way of a car's headlights.
"So I was thinking.." Oliver started to say with a devilish grin, when Sarah jumped from her chair and tried to run. But even with his weeks of being in a cast, he could still run fast. He caught up to her in no time. He slipped one arm around her torso and picked her up (which wasn't hard because she didn't weigh very much). He walked back to where her broom was.
"Oliver no! Put me down! This isn't funny! OLIVER!!" she wailed trying to get loose from him, but his grip was too strong. He was laughing the whole time.
He reached the broom and said "UP!" and it obeyed.
Sarah was shaking with fear. But Oliver was determined to get her in the air.
He tried to get her to mount the broom on her own, but she just pushed her whole weight against him. Still laughing, Oliver picked her up and put her on it. With his arm still around her stomach he mounted the broom behind her. He had his free hand in front of her gripping the broomstick.
"NO! STOP! I MEAN IT! I CAN'T DO THIS! PLEASE, OLIVER!" She pleaded with him, but was ignored.
He leaned forward and whispered "Trust me." in her ear. Then he pushed off the ground so the hovered about five feet in the air.
She was taking deep breaths in hopes to keep herself from screaming like she wanted to.
"See, this isn't so bad, now is it?" Asked Oliver as he slowly went a few feet higher in the air.
"Easy for you to say." she tied to say in a sarcastic tone, but came out half panicked.
"Why don't you trust me?" Oliver said in a semi sad voice.
"It's not that I don't trust you, BECAUSE I DO, I just don't trust gravity not pulling us down until we crash."
"I PROMICE you we won't crash. Feel any better?"
"Maybe a little." she said exhaling.
"Can we go a bit higher?" He asked.
"Will you take 'no' as an answer?"
"No."
"Then why ask."
"It was more of a warning."
"Ooh, thanks, your so thoughtful." she said sarcastically.
"Thanks." He said, making them go even higher. They were above the trees now.
"Wow." Sarah said in amazement. The night sky was clear, and filled with stars. And the moon was half-full.
"Now do you see why I took you up here."
"Yeah...But can we get down now?"
"Do you really want to get down?" He said seriously.
"Please."
"Ok, I think you've had enough."
And with that they landed.
"Sooo...what did ya think?" He asked eagerly.
"As much as I don't want to admit it...it was pleasantly enjoyable."
"See I - "
"DON'T EVEN SAY 'I TOLD YOU SO'!" She said pointing her finger at him.
He tried to take her seriously, but couldn't. He cracked up at the sight of her trying to look tough.
"Be nice!" She said at his laughter in a pleading tone.
He turned and looked at her, still smiling. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. His face became filled with admiration for her.
She knew it was coming. He was going to say it and she needed to stop him.
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
He was oblivious to this. Just as he opened his mouth to say it, she knew it was too late.
"No, no..." she whispered softly as he said it.
"I love you." he said, now realizing her tears because they had just turned into sobs.
"I'm sorry." She said whispering while her voice cracked.
"For what?" Oliver was very confused.
Sarah stepped back from him and wiped her face. She stopped crying just long enough so she could say what she needed to say.
"Because...I can't love you. I'm sorry." She said as she turned and ran faster than ever before. She got a head start because Oliver was still standing back where she left him, astonished at what he had just heard.
Finally he realized that she had taken off, and went after her.
Oliver's stomach growled loudly. He had forgotten that he hadn't eaten breakfast, and by now it was past lunchtime. With much reluctance, Oliver ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bite to eat and brought it back to the room. He would have eaten sitting next to Sarah, but he was unsure as to how much she would appreciate crumbs on her bed, so he ate at her desk.
He observed her while he ate. The swelling in her leg was practically gone, he assumed it was because she was healing. As he looked at her, he couldn't get over how breathtaking she was. He had done practically nothing but talk to her for the past few days. He found that she was very smart, caring, kind, funny, and fun; she was beautiful on the inside, and out. He also found out that she had never flown in her life. She had a broom (a good one in fact) but she had never flown because she was too scared.
Maybe one day he would change that.maybe.
Just as he was finishing his glass of cider, he saw movement on the bed. Sarah had brought her hand up and was rubbing her eyes.
He rushed over to be by her side when she opened those eyes.
"...Ummmm" She moaned, as her eyes fluttered open, and began to stretch a little.
"Welcome back." Oliver said stroking her hair out of her face.
"Morning." She said with a sleepy smile.
"More like evening." Oliver said with a little chuckle.
"Wh- what time is it?" she said sitting up slightly alarmed.
"Half past five."
"Wow" she said with a little sleepy laugh. "How's the leg feel?" Oliver said looking worriedly at it.
"Fine, I think I'll be able to walk." She said slowing swinging her feet over the other side of the bed.
Oliver got off the bed and helped her get up, just in case she wasn't completely healed.
As soon as she got up, Oliver was by her side with his hand firmly around her waist. They walked around the room together for about five minutes, then she stared walking by herself.
Sarah turned and smiled broadly at Oliver, who was standing about ten feet away looking as though he was expecting her to fall. Just then Sarah's stomach growled, much like Oliver's had.
"Ohh, excuse me!" Sarah said slightly embarrassed, putting both hands over her stomach.
Oliver busted-up laughing.
"Ok, it wasn't that funny!" She said with mock offence, putting her hands on her hips.
"I think we should get you something to eat." Oliver said walking over to her.
"I think so too." She said smiling.
Sarah looked up at Oliver; he looked like he was going to cry.
"What's wrong?" She said very sympathetically.
While Sarah had been walking on her own, Oliver had been thinking. He was thinking about how he could go back to playing Quidditch. About how this one girl had given him his whole life back, and she thought nothing of it. Like she hadn't done anything special.
But it was.
"Thank you." He said from the bottom of his heart with tears about to run down his face.
Just seeing him cry made her want to cry.
"Ooh...Come here." she said with open arms and teary eyes.
Oliver willingly fell into her arms. While they hugged he just cried, more then he could ever remember he had before. They were tears of joy. While he cried, she just ran her hands soothingly up and down his back.
Finally he pulled back and wiped his face.
"Your welcome." She said whole heatedly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Oliver and Sarah eventually went down into the garden and had dinner. The sun was just about done setting. It was a beautiful night.
Oliver kept looking at Sarah, smiling.
At first she thought that he had just looked at her once or twice. But after a few peeks at him she realized he was staring.
"What?" She said slightly leaning forward, and whispering as if she was about to hear a secret. She was teasing him and he knew it.
"Well, I just remembered something. You said that you had never flown before, am I correct?" He said mischievously and with a grin that matched his tone.
"Y-es." She said backing up in her chair, looking ready to run if anything were to happen. She was also searching his face to see if she could read what he was getting at.
"Well that's funny, because, as you know, I play Quidditch and I love to fly. And..Ohh.. look at what I happen to have here." He said pulling out her broom from behind his chair.
Her eyes looked like those of a deer caught in the way of a car's headlights.
"So I was thinking.." Oliver started to say with a devilish grin, when Sarah jumped from her chair and tried to run. But even with his weeks of being in a cast, he could still run fast. He caught up to her in no time. He slipped one arm around her torso and picked her up (which wasn't hard because she didn't weigh very much). He walked back to where her broom was.
"Oliver no! Put me down! This isn't funny! OLIVER!!" she wailed trying to get loose from him, but his grip was too strong. He was laughing the whole time.
He reached the broom and said "UP!" and it obeyed.
Sarah was shaking with fear. But Oliver was determined to get her in the air.
He tried to get her to mount the broom on her own, but she just pushed her whole weight against him. Still laughing, Oliver picked her up and put her on it. With his arm still around her stomach he mounted the broom behind her. He had his free hand in front of her gripping the broomstick.
"NO! STOP! I MEAN IT! I CAN'T DO THIS! PLEASE, OLIVER!" She pleaded with him, but was ignored.
He leaned forward and whispered "Trust me." in her ear. Then he pushed off the ground so the hovered about five feet in the air.
She was taking deep breaths in hopes to keep herself from screaming like she wanted to.
"See, this isn't so bad, now is it?" Asked Oliver as he slowly went a few feet higher in the air.
"Easy for you to say." she tied to say in a sarcastic tone, but came out half panicked.
"Why don't you trust me?" Oliver said in a semi sad voice.
"It's not that I don't trust you, BECAUSE I DO, I just don't trust gravity not pulling us down until we crash."
"I PROMICE you we won't crash. Feel any better?"
"Maybe a little." she said exhaling.
"Can we go a bit higher?" He asked.
"Will you take 'no' as an answer?"
"No."
"Then why ask."
"It was more of a warning."
"Ooh, thanks, your so thoughtful." she said sarcastically.
"Thanks." He said, making them go even higher. They were above the trees now.
"Wow." Sarah said in amazement. The night sky was clear, and filled with stars. And the moon was half-full.
"Now do you see why I took you up here."
"Yeah...But can we get down now?"
"Do you really want to get down?" He said seriously.
"Please."
"Ok, I think you've had enough."
And with that they landed.
"Sooo...what did ya think?" He asked eagerly.
"As much as I don't want to admit it...it was pleasantly enjoyable."
"See I - "
"DON'T EVEN SAY 'I TOLD YOU SO'!" She said pointing her finger at him.
He tried to take her seriously, but couldn't. He cracked up at the sight of her trying to look tough.
"Be nice!" She said at his laughter in a pleading tone.
He turned and looked at her, still smiling. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. His face became filled with admiration for her.
She knew it was coming. He was going to say it and she needed to stop him.
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
He was oblivious to this. Just as he opened his mouth to say it, she knew it was too late.
"No, no..." she whispered softly as he said it.
"I love you." he said, now realizing her tears because they had just turned into sobs.
"I'm sorry." She said whispering while her voice cracked.
"For what?" Oliver was very confused.
Sarah stepped back from him and wiped her face. She stopped crying just long enough so she could say what she needed to say.
"Because...I can't love you. I'm sorry." She said as she turned and ran faster than ever before. She got a head start because Oliver was still standing back where she left him, astonished at what he had just heard.
Finally he realized that she had taken off, and went after her.