I Know I Shouldn't (Sequel To I Need You So Much) [Oliver Sykes Fan Fic]

Epilogue: Bring Me Home Again

Song: Cinderblock Garden by All Time Low

4 years later…

Melody

I was almost regretting agreeing to help Bring Me The Horizon with their merch on this years Warped tour. T-shirts happened to be a lot heavier than they looked. I let out a sigh as I plopped another box down on the ground. “Need help, Mel?” Uncle Jordan asked from behind me. 

“No, I’m fine,” I replied. Uncle Tom, my only real uncle that tour with the band, was supposed to help me, but he said he had to use the toilet, so I was alone until he came back. Uncle Jordan just nodded, patted my shoulder and kept walking.

As I started my journey back to the trailer to get another box, I noticed that it looked like the doors had been open. This of course meant I had to hurry up because it wouldn’t be long before someone wanted to buy something. I walked as quickly as I could back to the tent with the last box in my hands. As I was about to set the box down, it attached itself to the hook on my belt loop, which had the keys to the trailer and my all access pass so I could get backstage and to the tour bus. Somehow, the box managed to send some of my keys and my laminated pass flying. The keys fell on the grass with a soft thunk. Just as I was about to pick up my things, I strong wind blew my pass about ten tents down. I was about to chase after it when I noticed a boy who was about my age going after it. He seemed familiar, but working for the band for the summer meant I had met tons of people in the last few weeks so I thought nothing of it. That was until the guy turned around and those all too familiar brown eyes locked with my own. The guy who now stood before me was none other than the first guy who ever broke my heart. He looked almost the same, just a bit more grown up. I had no idea what to even say. Was I supposed to be angry at him for never contacting me or happy to see him again? I wanted to scream at him and I wanted to pull him hug all at the same time.

Instead all that came out of my mouth was, “Tyler,” in a voice barely above a whisper. I saw that Uncle Tom had come back out of the corner of my eye, but all I could focus on was the guy standing in front of me.

“Hi,” was all he replied with. Did he even know how much heartbreak he had caused me? All he could say was ‘hi’ after practically stomping on my heart. He had been the first person I had ever made me feel that feeling of love and he left without a word. How could he just so casually greet me after four years?

“Why…why didn’t you call me?” I asked suddenly. I had fantasized  about what I would say if I ever saw him again. I had thought I would have pushed him and yelled at him, but in the moment, all that anger I had had four years ago seemed to subside. I was just left wondering what I had done to deserve what he had to me.

“Because being apart from you was harder than I thought it would be and every time I did call you, I just felt more upset about not being with you, so I just stopped. I should have explained it to you, but I was young and I didn’t know any better. I’m sorry. I wish I would have handled things better,” he explained, his eyes still locked on mine. I felt like I was looking at him for the first time again, and falling for his good looks all over again. 

“I waited months for you to call again,” I whispered softly, shaking my head. I almost wanted to cry remembering those nights I had spent staring at the beac screen of my phone. I could have used someone to talk to when I was going through all that stuff with my dad after he moved. I had been so upset about Tyler and than my dad just added on more to the whole thing. It would have been nice to have him there when I needed him.

“I’m sorry,” he responded. There wasn’t much more to say that to apologize. It had been so long ago that it didn’t even really matter anymore. I rarely even thought about it. It still hurt when I did think about it, but it was more just a distance memory. 

“You wanna go somewhere and catch up?” I asked, looking over at Uncle Tom, who nodded his approval. I then looked back at the boy who had broken my heart, hoping he would say yes.

“Sounds good,” he responded, handing me my tour pass. I reattached it to my belt loop and exited the tent. We walked for a moment in a comfortable silence.

“So, when did you get into this music?” I questioned. I was immediately reminded of the first time we had met when he asked me who Bring Me The Horizon was. For someone who had no idea who any of the bands my dad toured with, Warped tour was not a good place to be at.

“Um, well, I’m not. I just heard Bring Me The Horizon was playing and I thought you might be here. I’ve been trying to go to one of their summer shows for years now, but my mum kept making excuses of why she couldn’t drive me, but now I had my license,” he explained. A smile instantly tugged at the corners of my lips. He had literally been trying to see me again for four year. I think that was the cutest thing I had ever heard. “I just really missed you I guess,” he added with a shrug, his cheeks turning pink.

“So, uh, how’s your mum?” I asked after a few moments of silence. We had found a picnic bench set up by a food stand and both took a seat. 

“Working as hard as ever. I do have some good news, though. My mum’s getting transferred back to Sheffield. I’ll be finishing out high school at your school,” he told me. Even though it had been four years, the news might have been the best news I had heard all summer. We ended up talking for hours. While I felt bad for leaving Uncle Tom alone, I knew he understood and that he could handle everything by himself. By the time Bring Me The Horizon was playing, it felt like the last four years had never happened. I felt like I did back in eighth grade: totally in love with him.