Oliver Spring Heartstopper Novels & Stories

Then he said, “I’m not less, Ava. I’m different. The love I offer isn’t a wildfire. It’s a hearth. Steady. Warm. Something you can build a life around.” I looked at him—really looked at him. “I think that’s what I need,” I said. “I think so too.” He kissed me, and I let myself believe. A few weeks later, Oliver asked me to be his girlfriend. Not with flowers or a grand gesture—just the two of us, sitting on his couch, reading side by side. “I don’t want to see other people,” he said. “I just want to see you.” I set down my book. “I don’t want to see other people either.”

He has only agreed to rent her which shows that he haven't taken off his hands from her, any emotional conversation with Oliver can ruin her five years of sacrifice. "It was just a project... I don't have any feelings for anyone." She said with straight face but heavy heart. Oliver closed his eyes in regret, thinking why did he even try. He released her arms and stepped back, angrily storming away from her. Damian found him on the way back his room. "What happened?" He stopped Oliver. Oliver was burning in anger. "Dad, you wanted me to get married to that girl. What's her name?" "April!"

Oliver confessed. "It is just a blind date; who is it with? "Damien Calloway"

, Oliver said and with every word he came a bit closer to me and it made me mad because I don’t want him to see right through me so I said, “you know nothing about me or my battles and don’t even pretend like you know any of it because not everything is a joke and there are people who are actually struggling with issues they can’t share with anyone so if you say one more time that you have an idea about our struggle then I might just rip your heart out” “ripping my heart out won’t change the things I know about or the things I go through and you know that on top of that you are struggling as well and I understand and I get that, I don’t want you to go through all this alone, you don’t deserv

I never went to camp with Marlene. "I can believe it," Oliver says looking at the flowers in the distance. "I just hate that I put you in this position. By declaring my love for you I put a target on your back." He says and my heart jumps to my throat. Is this the part where he breaks up with me? "It's not your fault. You saw the picture, it was the perfect material to make fun of me." I say looking down at my hands. I can't face him. I bet he regrets dating such an ugly girl.

Then suddenly my phone beeped. A new message. My heart jumped. Maybe Sophia had seen it already. I quickly unlocked my phone and smiled, but then I froze. It wasn’t Sophia. It was Oliver. My heart skipped a beat as his name appeared boldly on my screen. I could already feel a smile tugging at my lips before I even opened the message. Whatever he wrote… I knew it was going to make my heart race again. God, what is this man doing to me?

he says, and his voice is so small it nearly breaks me. “It’s not that,” I say quickly, cupping his face gently. “It’s just... my heart isn’t in it.” He stiffens, the rejection sinking in, and his hands fall away from my shoulders. I feel like the world’s biggest asshole, but I can’t pretend. Not with him looking at me like that, like I’m the one breaking his heart this time. Oliver buries his face in his hands, his whole body trembling, and I can’t help but reach out to him, brushing my fingers through his hair. “Oliver, I—”

What about Olivia? ***

His lips keep trembling with the intention of replacing her tears with a kiss, helping her forget that agony inside. His fingers run through her neck, faces closing the distance between them with their colliding breath. As the distance between the pairs of lips which are desperate to collide, pause, a sudden startle and shake bring both of them to their sense. " It's only 9:30. I heard all the final-year students would have to study at home! You don't have to go to school, so is Leona, isn't it?" Olivia's voice is coming across the road. Startled, they simultaneously push each other away, their hands retracting as if they have been burned. The space between them grows again, and their faces

Olivia said sternly stopping me from speaking further. I looked up surprised and she smiled at me still shaking her head. “What?” I asked. Olivia rolled her eyes and moved closer to me. “Don’t try to stop what’s going on between you and Brad. It’s the truest thing I’ve ever seen.” She said looking serious at me. “I don’t know how I’ve been so blind to this but now I can’t unsee it. It’s so obvious that Brad loves you so much and you, oh my goodness I’ve never seen you so passionate about anything in my entire life.”