Thinking out loud, Oli White

chapter one

Hello and thank you for taking the time to read my Oli White fan fiction! I chose to post this story mainly because there were less than three Oli fanfics on wattpad(From what I could find). So I thought I’d go for it! Please excuse any mistakes I might make, and bear with me in these beginning stages.

 

Samantha

It wasn’t typical of my friends and me to go out on a Saturday night. Fridays usually worked better for all of us, and the clubs were just more fun on the last work day of the week. When my friend Sharon suggested we go out on that Saturday in early October, I wasn’t expecting to meet Oli, who would eventually become my best friend.

            It was pretty chilly when we left my flat, and I pulled my jacket around me tightly. “Fuck,” Sharon said, as we started walking down the sidewalk. She has chosen fashion over warmth, and I could see the goosebumps on her arms when we walked under a street lamp. “I don’t understand why it’s so fucking cold. It’s hardly October.” Sharon grew up in New York, and even after living in London for 3 years, she wasn’t used to the almost constant chill that followed us Brits everywhere we went. Our other friend, Delia, laughed and shook her head. “What I don’t understand is how you’re still complaining about the weather.” She said, and I nodded in agreement, and Sharon rolled her eyes. “Please, I love this weather. Just not in October when I still want to wear cute summer clothes.” I grinned and looked over at Delia with a raised eyebrow. “She means tube tops and booty shorts.” I say, causing Delia to laugh again. Sharon shrugged but she had a small grin on her face. “Your insults don’t even faze me.” She spoke, with a dramatic wave of her hand. Surprisingly, there was a small line outside of the club, and as we started towards the back of the line, Sharon began pushing her boobs up and creating more cleavage for herself. “Oh, come on Sharon,” I said, groaning slightly. “Not this time. The bouncers a real fucking creep tonight.” Sharon shrugged again, and made her way to the front of the line. The bouncer working tonight was Connor; a tall guy with muscles I knew took a long time to get. He undressed us with his eyes as we approached, and gave my friend with the seemingly large bust a smirk. “Ladies,” he began, holding his hands up. “You know the rules, end of the line.” Sharon sighed, stepping towards the bouncer. “Just let us in. I’ll save you a dance if you do.” Connor rolled his eyes – he knew she was lying, but he let us in anyway. The creep had a soft spot for American girls. The music was loud and the air was hot, but it wasn’t insanely crowded. Delia immediately went over to the DJ stand, where she waved to the jockey. She’s probably only met him once or twice, but she doesn’t care. Anything to get her up in the booth. Sharon and I make our way through the swarm of people to the bar, where she orders two beers and then turns around, a small smile on her face. “It looks like a wonderful night to dance sluttier than usual,” she says, and I chuckle. “You can dance sluttier? I didn’t know that was possible.” She laughed and turned around when the bartender handed us our drinks, taking a long drink of her beer.      

We drank and danced, and Delia even came to join us after the jockey didn’t let her spin anymore. Eventually we went back to the bar, and I ordered another beer. Sharon went to the bathroom, and Delia had gone back to the booth.  I take a drink and scan the room, when I turn back to the bar, there’s a guy sitting beside me. He’s average height, and he has a black hat on. He’s sort of gangly, but he sits down beside me with confidence.  “Hello.” he says with a grin, and I notice a few guys down the bar a little bit, laughing and shaking their heads. I assume they’re all together. “Hi.” I reply, taking another drink. “How are you tonight, darling?” he slurs, and I realize he’s very drunk. I smile and set my drink down. “I’m just grand. How’re you?” I ask, and he grins again. “I’m absolutely fucking wonderful.” I nod and look around, hoping he’d go away. I wouldn’t mind being chatted up, but I had a boyfriend. A jealous one, too. “I’m Joe, by the way.” He said, reaching his hand out. I nodded, and shook it. “Samantha.” I say, introducing myself. “Want to dance?” he asked, leaning towards me slightly. Before I could answer, Sharon was at my side, looking Joe up and down. “Sam! Introduce me to your friend!” Joe seemed confused for a few seconds, but his attention was quickly caught by Sharon’s bubbly presence. “This is Joe, he’s absolutely fucking wonderful.” This makes the drunken boy grin, and he turns to Sharon, who is giving me a questionable look. “Well, that’s great. I’m Sharon, want to dance?” he doesn’t have time to answer, before my friend is pulling him off the bar stool and onto the dance floor. I laugh and shake my head, picking my beer up and taking a sip. Down the bar a little, one of the guys who laughed at Joe earlier is sitting alone, a beer in his hand. The rest of his friends are dancing, mostly with girls. I find myself sliding down the bar, towards him. As I get closer, I notice what he looks like. He has nice brown hair and a five o’clock shadow, and I can tell just by looking at him that he has a pleasant smile. I must catch his eye because he turns to look at me, and then looks behind himself, to see if I’m headed towards someone behind him. I smile slightly, taking a seat on the stool next to him. “Hello,” I said, smiling at him. “Are you friends with Joe?” I ask, and he looks at me for a second, before nodding. “Yeah, are you the girl he was chatting up?” he asked, I nodded with a smile. “He didn’t do too well, did he?” he asks me, and he smiles. I was right – it’s very pleasant. I shrug and motion towards the wave of dancing people before speaking. “He went to dance with my friend. So he did well with someone. Just wasn’t me.” The guy nods, a small smile on his face. He waits a few seconds, before reaching his hand out towards me. “Well, sorry to hear that. But I’m Oli.” His hands were cold despite the humidity in the room, and his grip was firm. I nodded, shaking his hand. “It’s alright. I’m Samantha.”

Oli

“It’s alright. I’m Samantha.” The girl answered, smiling slightly. I let go of her hand and picked up my beer, taking a sip. I was curious to why this girl had come to speak to me, but I wasn’t complaining. She had gorgeous brown hair and big brown eyes, and her smile made me want to smile. “So, Oli,” she begins, setting down her empty beer bottle. “Do you live in London?” I nodded and set my drink down beside hers. “Yeah, only have for a few months actually, but I’m familiar with the area.” She grinned and smiled, motioning to the bartender for another beer. “I’ve lived here my whole life.” She runs her fingers through her hair, taking the beer from the tender’s hand. Before she can pay, I pull a bill out of my wallet and hand it to him. “I got it.” I say, and she smiles at me again. “Thank you.” As our conversation continues, I learn that Samantha grew up in the heart of London, with two sisters, and that she lives with her friend Sharon now. She learns from me that I have a younger brother and that I live with Joe, and our other friend Caspar in a flat a few blocks away. She mentions she’s a chef, and that she just recently graduated from cookery school, but that she’s cooked her whole life. I mention I work in entertainment, but I choose to leave out the fact that I’m a successful YouTuber. I’m enjoying the company of a woman who doesn’t know I’ve got a lot of subscribers too much. 

I turn towards her slightly, before speaking again. “Samantha, I’ve just thought of something.” She raises her eyebrows at me, swallowing a drink. “Okay, and what is it?” she asks, and I continue. “I told Joe he wouldn’t get anywhere with chatting you up, but all the other guys told him he could. I think that is a sign we were supposed to meet tonight.” She laughs a deep laugh and I can’t help but smile – her amusement is contagious. “I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve got a boyfriend.” I shake my head, still smiling. “So what? Fate can’t have us meet and be just friends?” a small blush creeps across her cheeks, as she realizes she had assumed I wanted a romantic relationship with her. She wasn’t wrong in that assumption – I wouldn’t be against it, but being just her friend was okay with me. She nods and takes her phone out, sliding it on. “Okay Oli, since we’re going to be friends, why don’t we exchange phone numbers.” I pull my phone out and we share our numbers, before her friend who was dancing with Joe stumbles over, a lazy grin on her face. “Sam! Your friend Joe is absolutely hilarious. I just can’t get enough of him. If you know what I mean.” I raise my eyebrows at my new friend, trying not to laugh. Samantha rolls her eyes. “I’m sure he is.” She says, patting her drunk friends arm. The girl, who I assume is Sharon, leans her head on Samantha’s shoulder, complaining about the weather for some reason. Sam shrugs and smiles apologetically, before another girl walks over and announces she’s ready to leave. Sam stands up, keeping her arm steadily around her friend. “If you’re ever hungry, stop by my restaurant for lunch. It’s Orion grille, over on first.” I nod, keeping the name in my mind. My new friend gives me a smile, and turns to leave with her friends. Then, my mates come back over, Joe more drunk than before. “You boys ready to get out of here?” I ask, picking up my jacket, they nod but Joe shakes his head. “I’m not. I’ve hardly just gotten here.” Our friend Will rolls his eyes and begins to steer Joe towards the door, and Caspar and I follow. We leave the humid club and walk onto the street, where the air is cool. We head home, and when I go to sleep, I find myself thinking about Samantha.