Wrap Your Arms Around Me [Oliver Sykes]

I Have You.

“You are such a bitch.” Andy says for the fiftieth time in the past ten minutes.

“I know,” I groan and fall back on my bunk, covering my face with the pillow. We’re back on the tour bus and, well, I may have pulled a bit of a prank on Oli. It was really funny in my defense, okay? The fans got a good laugh out of it. Oli looked mortified, sure, but it was just a joke.

“I mean, seriously, Hannah. Unscrewing the bolts in the chair so that when he sits down it falls apart? Where did you even find a screw driver to do that?”

“Tommy…” I chew on my bottom lip. I told our tour manager that one of the bolts was loose and that I was going to tighten it right before BMTH showed up. I didn’t know that Oli was going to sit in that seat.

“Why does this kid like you? I really don’t understand it.”

“Oh, and you think I do? You think I asked for this to happen?” I sit up and stare Andy down, giving him my death stare.

“Hannah, him liking you is not a bad thing,” Andy sighs, massaging his temples. “I mean, it’s time you had a guy tell you you’re pretty and smart and actually takes a liking to you, not just your body or fame or something.”

“I have you,” I cross my arms over my chest, smirking. Andy groans.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Andy says. “I mean, I get it – your dad left and you don’t want to get close to a guy and have him leave like that. You push people away and break their hearts before they can break yours. I get that. But everyone knows you’re a sweet person beneath all that ice. Oli’s the first guy in a long time that’s actually gotten to know the real you – the whole real you – and he’s still sticking around. I just don’t see why you’re not taking advantage of this opportunity.”

“So, you’re saying you want me to date him,” I say. “And then, when he gets really attached just be like, ‘Oh, sorry, I was just keeping you around because I like the attention you give me.’ That’s what you want me to do, right?”

“Hannah,” Andy walks over to me and squats down that way he’s eye level with me. “What happened to the girl who read romance novels and had dreams of meeting her prince charming and riding off into the sunset or whatever god-awful shit women put in those books? What happened to you finding your ‘soul mate’ or whatever and falling in love?”

“Love, like true love, doesn’t exist,” I say. “It’s just an excuse made my men to get sex.”

“Well, Oli said it and he hasn’t had sex with you in eight years,” Andy says. I go to say a snappy comeback, but he puts his hand over my mouth stopping me. “I can’t tell you what to do, Hannah, but I can tell you what I think you should do. Give Oli a chance. Hear him out. Who knows – you might come to find that you do have feelings for him, you’re just too proud and pissed off to admit it right now.”

Andy stands and leaves the bunk room. Moments later the bus door opens and closes, leaving me alone on the bus. I sigh and fall back onto my bunk, staring at the wood paneling above me. Why am I such a bitch? Could it be because of my dad? I mean, the drunk abused my mom for three years before I finally convinced her to not take it anymore and tell someone. The next day he was being carted off to jail and, as far as we know, he’s still in there. I was eleven. That was a few months before Oli started teasing and picking on me…a few months before all hell broke loose.

I need to take a nap. Maybe if I’m not so exhausted I’ll be able to think more clearly. I mean, I have a picture of Oli dressed up like a king on a horse in my head right now because of what Andy said, that’s how tired I am. I strip down to my underwear and throw my clothes on the floor before sliding my bunk screen closed. I turn over so that my back is to the inside of the bus and I pull the blankets over my head, enclosing myself in darkness. It takes a few minutes but soon I can feel myself drifting away to sleep.

~*~

“So, you think embarrassing me in front of a few fans and my band mates is going to make me hate you?” Oli laughs, staring down at me. “I’m in love with you, Hannah. Why can’t you just accept that?”

“You can’t be,” I mumble lamely. “You should hate me. I lied to you that night at the hotel…I didn’t have feelings for you.”

“I figured,” Oli cups my cheeks in his hands. “And I don’t care.”

Oli leans down and captures my lips with his, keeping me from calling him a stupid jackass. I try to walk backwards and away from the kiss, but I stop when I come in contact with the side of a bus. If it’s mine or Oli’s, I don’t know. It could be Falling in Reverse’s bus, but I don’t care at the moment. Oli’s kissing me. My body reacts like an addict who’s been clean for eight years finally getting a hit of their drug again. I love it.

I snake my hands into Oli’s hair and kiss him back enthusiastically. His tongue snakes its way into my mouth and our tongues dance. It’s like I’m dying and he’s my last breath – I need this. I need him. Oli’s hands reach my hips and then curve to grab my ass. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He takes the opportunity to slam me harder against the bus and press himself tightly against me. I grind forward against him, smirking when I hear a moan –

~*~

“Fucking hell!” I yell, falling out of my bunk and onto the floor. The room is dark and I’m alone still. Everyone must be out goofing off with each other. I check my phone and see that it’s 10:30. I’m still tired, but I don’t want to fall asleep again. What if I have another Oli dream?

Speaking of which, what the hell was that? I don’t want him to kiss me. I don’t want him to profess his love for me. I didn’t even want him on this tour. I don’t need this. My life is hectic enough as it is…I don’t need Oli making it worse.

My phone vibrates and it’s a text from Andy.

From: Andy
Lover boy is jus sittin by himself. U should come out n ask him wats up.

I roll my eyes and turn off my phone, throwing it into my suitcase. Andy would want me to go talk to him. Not only am I in only my underwear, but that would involve getting up and finding out where everyone is. If I’m too lazy to walk to everyone, I’m too lazy to put clothes on.

“Sorry, Andy,” I chuckle as I pull myself back up into my bunk. “But a girl needs her beauty sleep.”      

I roll over and snuggle back under the covers, hoping that I won’t have another dream about Oli. Needless to say, I do. And, just like before, I wish it would come true.

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