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Wen’s favourite part of tours was when they had the time to explore the cities that they were in. The band would always split off and more often than not, Wen would find himself hanging out with Olivia, though not always just the two of them.
They’d had their first live TV interview last night and Wen still felt like he was walking on air. Olivia was his girl. Officially.
He’d wanted it for so long and now it was actually happening. He and Olivia had talked a little when they got back from the hotel, both confirming that this was something they wanted, not just something they said to help Mo keep her relationship with Scott a secret from her father. This was real. They were together. Olivia was his girl.
S o when the band split off to explore the city, he and Olivia went their own way, ignoring Stella’s wolf-whistles and Mo’s awwing (well, mostly – Olivia went slightly pink at the extra attention from their friends).
T hey walked in silence for a while, Olivia’s brow cutely furrowed as she was thinking . It was a little awkward but Wen supposed that was because they were trying to navigate a new dynamic.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asked eventually, putting his hands in his pockets.
Olivia blushed again, opening her mouth and stuttering out a few words. “I uh, just, um, I was kinda, you know, wondering if…”
Wen gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, it’s still me. You can tell me anything. You know that. ”
Olivia smiled a little shyly, giving a tiny nod. “Yeah, uh, I was just...can I hold your hand?”
Wen blinked at her for a moment, not expecting that to be what she was thinking. “Oh. Yeah, of course.”
He pulled his left hand out of his pocket and held it out to her. She smiled and took it in her own. Her hand was warm and so soft. He couldn’t help but feel privileged to be allowed to hold it.
Wen grinned and lifted her hand to gently kiss the back of it again, enjoying the way Olivia’s smile got a bit brighter and her eyes lifted to meet his properly.
H e entwined their fingers and gave her hand a little squeeze, relishing in the tingles that went up his arm.
“You know, you don’t have to ask,” Wen said, grinning. “You can hold my hand whenever you like.”
O livia beamed, her amazing smile lighting up her whole face. He definitely wanted to be the reason for that smile to keep appearing and he knew he would likely be doing just that for the rest of his life.
Wen gave her hand another squeeze and they soon settled into normal conversation, both enjoying the physical closeness they could now indulge in.