Wrap Your Arms Around Me [Oliver Sykes]

Are You And Sykes A Thing?

Oli’s POV

Day After Conversation With Hannah*

I stare at the top of my bunk, chewing on my bottom lip. After walking Hannah back to her bus and making sure she got back on safely I slowly made my way back here, my mind flying at a speed that’s too fast for me to handle. I’ve been laying here for five minutes and already I have a headache.

After Amanda left, I figured that was the end for me. I always knew deep down that I loved Hannah and only Hannah, and once Amanda was gone I didn’t have to pretend anymore. I knew. The breakup wasn’t hard on me, I knew it wouldn’t last. A girl can tell when you look in her eyes and see someone else. I always saw Hannah. Always.

Did she mean what she said at the merch tent? Does she really care about me, or am I getting played again? I knew that night at the hotel that she was lying. I could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t hesitant to tell me the things she said; there was no emotion behind the words. They sounded rehearsed, as if she’d practiced them over and over many times in her head before hand.

Why do I let her do this to me? I’m probably getting played again. This is starting out just like the last time. She says some things, the right things, gets me vulnerable, and then BAM! I wake up in a hotel room by myself, my entire world crushed.

I’ve never felt so used and broken before or after that morning. It’s like waking up and finding out that everything you stood for as a person, is gone. It’s like having the only thing you love ripped right out of your grasp the moment you have it, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and sat up, walking into the bathroom. Maybe she was in there.

Needless to say she wasn’t, and her suitcases were gone. Everything of hers was gone. I didn’t even get a note as to where she went…she was just gone. I sunk to the bathroom floor and cried. The tears were silent at first, my throat stinging from the salt. Eventually the sobs started, and soon my whole body was shaking as I cried.

I don’t want to go through that again. That was the worst experience of my life. Like I said, I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was scary. I never knew someone could make me feel so much.

If that happens, will it be the same way this time, or will it be worse? Will my lungs actually give out and my heart just stop from the pain? Just thinking about it is making me feel anxious and scared. I can feel my heart literally speeding up, and not in a good way.

“Oli,” Matt’s voice says from across the bunk room.

“Yeah?” I whisper back.

“Just get some sleep,” He says. I nod even though he can’t see me. Sleep. I need sleep.

Hannah’s POV

The Next Day On NSN’s Bus*

“So, are you and Sykes a thing?” Christofer asks. He’s sitting indian style on his bunk, strumming mindlessly on his guitar. I’m laying on Taylor MacFee’s bunk, directly across the aisle from Christofer. Taylor, Caleb and Hayden are hanging out with a few other bands outside. We’re at the venue but we won’t be performing until tomorrow.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. My right leg and right arm are hanging over the side of the bunk and I swing my hand back and forth.

“Well, did you kiss him?” Chris asks.

“Yeah,” I chew on my bottom lip. Christofer snorts and sets his guitar down to the side.

“Now you have to be with him,” He says.

“Says who?” I ask, turning to face him.

“The kid is in love with you,” Christofer says. “You had sex with him, left him, now it’s years later and you’re pretty much doing the same thing.”

“It’s complicated,” I sigh. “Besides, I’d rather be single. It’s a lot less complicated.”

Christofer smirks and slides out of his bunk, walking over to me. I slide over and Christofer, smiling, lays down next to me. He grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him, my legs on either side of his waist. I tangle my fingers in his hair and he leans up, kissing my neck while running his hands down my sides.

Oh, did I forget to mention that Christofer and I, um, are romantically involved? Oops. Must have slipped my mind.

“If you weren’t single,” Christofer mumbles against my skin, nipping and sucking on my collarbone. “We wouldn’t be able to do this.”

I bite my bottom lip and moan, grinding my hips down on Christofer’s. He chews sexily on his bottom lip and slips his hands up under my shirt, pulling the fabric off me and throwing it somewhere on the floor. I tug on the hem of his shirt and he pulls it off before flipping us over. Christofer unhooks my bra and smiles down at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. He kisses down my chest to my stomach, leaving little love bites as he goes. Soon he reaches the hem of my jeans and he unhooks the button, pulling down the zipper with his teeth. He pulls off my jeans and panties in one swift tug, his head immediately disappearing between my legs. Christofer seems so dorky and awkward when he's around other people, but in bed, he's just...wow.

If being with someone I’m not sure of my feelings for means giving up this, count me out.

hey guys :P so i just decided to stop there cuz i didn't know how much detail you guys wanted or who was comfortable with what ... yeah so i bet you guys thought it was going to be oli & hannah, huh? ahaha wrongo! (jesus i am such a dork for saying that lol)