More adele induced ridiculousness – (ao3 – one / two / three)
A/N: This was not the chapter I’d set out to write and it sort of spiraled away for a little while. My apologies part three took so long. Thank you so much to those who’ve stuck around. Hope you like it. (psst: I had her ‘Can’t Let Go’ on repeat and here’s an amazing cover bc I can’t find the Adele version…)
And just like that, the line goes dead.
“Connor!” Oliver calls once more into the phone, hoping against hope for Connor to still be there but only silence echoes back.
He takes the phone away from his ear and wipes the screen clean with his thumb before clicking over to save Connor’s number.
For years Oliver suspected Connor was the one on the other end of the random hang-ups he’d get every few months. Sporadically, his phone would light up the bedroom or buzz on the nightstand in the middle of the night for one or two rings before quickly dimming again. Other times the call would just register for half a ring in the middle of lunch or during dinner before the caller thought better of it and the ring died just as quickly as it’d begun.
It was few and far between when Oliver was actually close enough to grab his phone before the call ended but, on those rare times, his thumb always hesitated over Accept.
Accept would mean actually talking to the mystery caller. Accept would mean the confirmation of suspicions long held or further proof of his own delusions.
Without actually answering any of the calls, Oliver was able to pretend the person on the other end was whomever he wanted. The cute guy who’d winked at Oliver on the subway. Arms Man from the gym. The new intern at work whose dimples gave Oliver shameful flashbacks to every boss-secretary video he’d ever seen.
But most of the time Oliver pretended the mystery caller was Connor.
Connor calling him from California. Wondering, after all these years, about the one who’d got away.
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