I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 5

"great, the gremlin's back." Oliver sighed and slumped back down onto the barstool. I couldn't help but to laugh a bit, mainly cause she looked seriously resembled a gremlin.

"Ms Grey! there you are, we have some final changes for you." her voice boomed from across the house as she made her way to the both of us.

"Oh i see you've started on your job Mr Sykes." she said as she placed her bag onto the bar table. Oliver rolled his eyes and continued penning down words. I took a seat next to Oliver and faced the she beast.

"Right Ms grey, we have a change in jobs for you." She said as she took a seat opposite me. Oh great, hope it is something exciting like Oliver's or summat. Oliver stopped writing and looked up, curious about what she was going to say next.

"we have two options for you." she continued and pushed her glasses up her nose bridge.

"It would be either a singer at our local bars, OR a stripper."

my heart stopped and my mouth dropped. STRIPPER?! I looked at Oliver and he had the same facial expression.

"You'd only be given the job of a singer if you are able to sing and are qualified in the auditions."

I felt like crying. I can't sing! and I don't wanna be a fucking stripper either! I have my morals and I didn't know what to do. I literally felt like ripping my hair out of my scalp. I sighed heavily and gave her my best "please don't do this" look.

"I...I can't sing..." I said.

Malcolm sighed, pretending to feel sorry for me when in reality, she didnt give two shits.

"well, the stripper it is then."

"No! She can sing. I've heard her." Oliver interrupted and gave me that 'I know what I'm doing' look. WHAT THE FUCK OLI?!

I stared at him and shook my head small, mouthing the word 'no'. Was he crazy?! He completely ignored me continued with those lies.

"She sang Uhm, she sang sweet nothing by Florence welch in the shower and I heard her. She was brilliant." he said excitedly. FUCK SYKES. He's literally digging my fucking grave!

"Uh...he's ly-"

"telling the truth" he cut me off.

"She's gonna blow your mind. I. Swear." he finished off his sentence and the gremlin stared at me.

great, just shoot me.

"Very well then. Audition is next 2 weeks at the city hall. Be there or face the consequences." She said blunty and soon made her way out of our dome. The second the door shut behind her, I stared at Oliver like I was gonna fucking murder him oh and believe me I was.

"WHAT. WAS. THAT YOU'RE BLOODY RETARDED! you're an asshole!" i nearly screamed at him. regretting almost immediately as soon as his faced changed to a more serial-killer ish.

"no I'm not, I saved your ass." He said calmly.

"Yeah right! I can't sing and oh god I can't believe you did that! I could save myself from embarrassment from billions of people and just be a fucking stripper you bitch!" I nearly screamed. Woops.

"what was that?!" He raised his voice at me. He immediately stood up from the stool and craned onto me. Okay okay, chill! sheesh...

"I saved your asshole from getting expanded. that's whats that." he yelled and was now literally leaning over me. I felt really intimidated cause first of all, he's standing and I'm sitting and second, he's really, really tall. Like slender man tall. I don't know why but I liked him angry, he just got a whole lot sexier. I stared up at him and rolled my eyes.

"I know how to take care of myself. Psyco." I muttered.

wow, I shouldn't have said that but I was just so tempted to make him angrier. but I knew I was about to regret it sooner.

"Psyco?!" He yelled even louder. Oh god I take that back! I immediately jumped off the barstool and started moving away from him. But he just moved closer. Uh no...what have I done? shit I'm sorry!

"you wanna know what a Psyco's like?" he slurred like as though he was bloody drunk.

"Do you?!" he shouted at me and I jumped a little. Oh fucking hell I was on the verge of crying! I shook my head slowly and kept backing up till the heels of my feet touched the stairs.

"I'm about to show you what a real Psyco's like, Ms grey." he said and eyed me viciously. My breathing got a whole lot lighter and I felt this tight conjustion in my chest.

"s-stay away sykes..." I warned him but it didn't work. He flashed a wolffish grin at me and without a second, I clambered up the stairs like as though I was running from death! oh fuck! what have I gotten myself into?! Oliver sprinted up after me and I let out a scream. He chased me like a wolf into the room and just as I was about to slam the door shut, he pushed it open, nearly squaring me in the face. I screamed as soon as he appeared in front of me.

"stop it this isn't funny!" I yelled and pushed him, only to be pushed back down onto the bed. As soon as I lifted my head up, he got over me and restrained my hands down.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!" I screamed and screamed, squirming beneath him and trying my hardest to get him off me. But it was no use. He sat still and held my arms above my head, watching me struggle.

"Fight me Aria." he said. I stopped moving and opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. I was confused. The fuck?

"Common, fight me! get me off you. DO IT." he instructed as he held me down firmly. I wriggled my hips and even moved them up and down but he wouldn't budge. He held both of my arms above my head with one hand and used the other to slowly pull down my sweat pants.

"Stop me Aria, common! fight me!" he yelled as he pulled down my pants down to my knees.

"nooo! noo nooo!" I begged.

"that's not enough!" he yelled at me again.

And as soon as I gave up, I started bawling like a small kid. It was impossible to get him off me! He was just too strong.

"I can't..I can't.." I sniffled and gave my last shot as I tried to wriggle my wrists from his grip. Fuck it I can't do it. I finally stopped moving and panted. My shirt was lifted half way up my stomach and my undies were exposed. Fucking christ! He slowly removed his grip on my arms and got off me, laying down beside me. He supported his head with his elbow and looked at how helpless I was.

"Thought you said you knew how to take care of yourself." he asked. WHAT THE. This was all a bloody test?! I whipped my head towards him and was this close to slapping him senseless.

"WE'RE YOU FUCKING TESTING ME?!" I yelled as I sat up on the bed, resisting the urge to break his nose. He nodded and sat up on the bed with me.

"What If this exact same thing were to happen to you...after you finished flashing your boobs to a couple of drunkards?" he asked me and looked directly into my eyes.

"you couldn't even get me off you! you're so weak. Like a deer." he mocked me and lifted my arm up my two fingers. I rolled my eyes and pulled my arm away from his pathetic hold. Feeling really annoyed by the fact that he called me 'weak'

"Im not weak" I argued back.

he snickered at me. "Oh and I suppose the reason why you were struggling so much to get me off you was cause you just werent in the mood for it..?" he raised his eyebrows at me.

I pursed my lips together, wanting to argue back but he was right...I'm just a helpless deer. I sighed and stared down at my hands. What would happen if it were to really happen to me? by some 50 year old obese and hairy hobo?

"hey...I didn't mean to-"

"it's okay, you're right." I said before getting off the bed and dragging my feet out of the room and into the kitchen for some coffee.

I needed some time alone to myself. What if I didn't get that job as a bar singer? I don't wanna become a god damn stripper after that surprise demonstration of what might happen to me. I didn't know oliver cared. All this while I thought he was a heartless rockstar or summat.