Oliver Sykes ▴ One Shot

I can't.

I would never guess I would end up dating a band member, not even with him being Oliver Sykes. But I would never either guess our love would end up like this.

Me and Oliver had been dating for a year and eight months, and everything seemed fine. Oliver was the sweetest boyfriend I ever had, even if I hadn't so many. Our fairytale went downhill when suddenly Oliver started taking drugs, turning into a drug addict.

Everytime Oli consumed, he would end up screaming at me because I always said he had to stop, the drugs would kill him. Seeing him so wasted and not caring at anything made my heart ache so bad. I had to help him, not only because I loved him but because it was killing him and he was messing up with his life at all levels.

I loved him to dead, but I guess he loved dead more than me.

*Flashback*

I was at mine and Oli's shared apartment, sitting on the couch at 3am. I couldn't sleep, I was worried. Oli had consumed drugs a lot lately and he went out to party tonight with the guys. It would be okay if he hadn't left the apartment completely wasted and angry. My head started to ache, more pain adding to the one in my heart.

I wanted nothing more than to bring back the love of my life, but it seemed like nothing I would do would help.

It was 4am when I heard the door open and I was greated with a messed up Oli. He came to sit next to me with a smirk on his face, and quickly started to kiss my neck. I clearly wasn't in the mood, and he clearly only wanted to get laid. You couldn't see any love in his eyes. I quickly pulled away, stepping a little bit far from him on the couch.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm not in the mood, Oli." I said, afraid he would get pissed.

"You're never in the mood, it's impressive!" He shouted, standing up.

"You're wasted, Oli!" I snapped, trying to fight back the tears.

"I'm not, I'm completely fine! Stop worrying so fucking much and let me live my life!"

"You need help, babe, let me help you, please!" I begged, standing up and trying to reach his face.

I was surprised when he slapped my hand and screamed right in my face.

"If you're trying to help, just known that you're only making it so much worse!"

And with that he stormed to our bedroom. I sat on the couch with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't help him, I couldn't save my boyfriend.

I slowly got up and went to our bedroom. He was already asleep, so I did what was on my mind. I was leaving. I started to pack my clothes and most of the things I could pack in two bags. Once I finished, I went to bed and quickly found two arms surrounding my waist. I silent cried to my pillow thinking this would be the last night I spent with the love of my life.