Oliver Sykes ▴ One Shot

Come back.

Fridays were the days we got more clients, don't ask me why, but those were the days when our store looked like she was being attacked by a apocalypse. The morning went okay, we did almost all of the work of the day in the afternoon so I wouldn't have so much to do at night, since I was taking the shift alone tonight.

At night, I would usually put my headphones on and draw what came in my mind. So, as the store seemed dead tonight, that's what I did. I didn't realise someone entered the store until I saw a paper with some words on it. I looked at it instead of looking at the person, seeing the possible tattoo the person wanted.

"I know you don't wanna be helped, but be brave, you can be saved. " It read. Shock filled my mind and I quickly looked up, seeing the same amazing eyes I used to see years ago. His eyes grew wide once he saw me.

"Leah?" He recognized me.

"Oli." I gulped. Suddenly everything I felt for him came back, I couldn't hide anymore how much I missed him.

"I thought I would never see you again." He said, his eyes started watering. Is he going to cry?

"Do you work here?" He tried to break the silence. I just nodded and looked down to the paper, I had no words at all. That phrase is from the note I left him before I ran away. Oliver looked down to the paper too and started to explain.

"I wanted to tattoo that phrase, it means a lot to me. And Matt told me this tattoo shop was the best around here. I can see why." He said, giving a small smile.

I tried to think of this situation only as a simple client asking for a tattoo, not my ex-boyfriend asking me to tattoo him with one of the phrases I wrote to him when I left.

"Do you wanna do it now?" I asked.

"If you're free?"

"Let's go." I simply said and headed to the tattoo room. I could feel him right behind me, so I had to get all my strength to fight the urge to turn around and hug him so tight.

He sat on the chair and I asked for more details of how he wanted the tattoo. I quickly draw a sketch and showed him, earning a smile and compliments about it. Now was the hardest part. The part when I had to actually touch him.

I started my work and goosebumps made their way on my whole body. His body was always so warm and all I wanted in that moment was to cuddle him. I tried to focus on the work, but he didn't make it any easier.

"Even if this may sound bad, it was losing you that opened my eyes and made me realise the mistake I was making. That's why I want to tattoo this. That phrase was stuck in my mind everyday throught my recovery."

"I'm happy for you." I gave a small fake smile and the tattoo was done. As I was almost getting up, I felt his hands on my wrist.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He said with teary eyes.

"Don't worry." I paused. "All I wanted was for you to get better. And you did." I half smiled.

"I missed you." He said, truthfully.

I was shocked. "Don't do this, Oli." Now tears were treating to come out.

"I'm being honest. You saved me, and when I came back I thought I would get you back. But I couldn't fucking find you, Leah!" He was now crying. He got up and hugged my waist. "And now you're here, you're back."

"Don't do this to your girlfriend, Oli. She wou-"

"Don't do this to me!" He interrupted me. "Do you know how hard it was for me to go to rehab? I did it for you. I thought if I went I would be better and you would love me again."

"I never stoped loving you, Oli! Not even when you were a fucking addicted!" Now was me who was crying. "I left because you said I was only making it worse for you by worrying so much and staying at your back everytime. You were so much better than your addiction, I didn't want to see you wasting your life if I could do nothing."

"You saved me, Leah." He got closer to my face. "Don't leave me again." And with that he kissed me and I felt the sparkles all over again. I melted in his touch and I finally had the courage to hug him back.

"I won't go." I said with tears in my eyes, but this time, tears of relief and happiness.