You Can Have My Heart (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

A Turning Point

The following day I was free until 2pm. It was nice that Oli and I would get to spend the day together, and it was also nice to have the first part of the day off because Oli was leaving London that afternoon to head up to Sheffield for his friend's funeral. The service was being held the following morning so he'd planned to travel home and spend the night there, then come back to London the following afternoon once it was over. I wondered if he should have taken a little more time to himself, like maybe it was a bit too soon, but he insisted that he wanted to come back to me in London after just 24 hours. It was nice that he didn't want to be away from me and hearing him admit that he might need me for moral support did feel nice, so of course I was happy to have him back... I just hoped he wasn't expecting too much of himself. I was sad for Oli, but at least the timing worked out; my commitments were in the evening after Oli would have already gone. We took the opportunity to just do 'normal' things together that day. We wandered around the markets and we took a boat down the Thames to the Tate gallery to look at art too. It was relaxing and perfect, though Oli was definitely a little quieter, maybe a little apprehensive about the following day. I could understand. Funerals were hard.

I went into hair and makeup at 2pm, getting ready for a work party that evening and Oli stayed with me until it was time to leave. He'd organised his car to take him back to Sheffield at the same time as I needed to head off for work, but I absolutely hated that I wasn't going with him. I hated that I wouldn't be there to hold his hand, hug him and support him. He wasn't going to be alone, but I still wished I could have been there too. Tom was at Oli's place already; looking after the dogs, so it was reassuring to know that he was there waiting for Oli to arrive. They were staying the night at the house before attending the funeral, then Tom would drive Oli back to London the following afternoon. I didn't want Oli to be alone after such a traumatic morning and I guess he didn't either. I'd arranged for Tom to stay in town for the night too seeing I had the night off and we could all hang out. I mean, shouting him a room to break the long drive from Sheffield and back was the least I could do for bringing Oli back to me safely.

When it was time for us to go our separate ways, I hugged Oli so tightly as we said goodbye. I felt really bad for about leaving him so even though my car arrived first, I waited for his to make sure he got away safely. I wanted to know he was on his way, so I just stood there with my arms around him until his car pulled up. I was going to be busy over the 24 hours he was back at home, but I told him to message me as much as he wanted, that he would never be bothering me. I kissed him and told him I loved him with as much conviction as I could muster, and I watched as he climbed into the car and it drove away from the hotel. I knew the how hard the next day was going to be for him and I knew he'd be a mess, but I really hoped that he would be OK. I messaged Tom to let him know that Oli had just left and then I looked to Luiz. "He'll be OK." he said reassuringly, clearly seeing the worry on my face. I really hoped that he was right.

Luiz and I arrived at the party; a VIP shopping event, and I had to shake off everything that was happening in my personal life. The party was lavish and there was a red carpet with loads of photographers, so I tried to clear my mind and just smile. I was worried about Oli, but I had to trust him when he said that he would be OK. I checked my phone way more than usual that night, happy to hear from Oli when he arrived. He let me know that Tom had made dinner, and later, that they were playing video games. I was just glad that he was doing things to keep his mind occupied and that he wasn't on his own. I called him once I was back in the hotel and he said that he was fine, but we didn't chat for long because he wanted to get a good night's sleep. I understood. I smothered him with supportive and loving words, and he smiled at me before saying goodbye. My heart was heavy for him because even though he seemed fine, I knew he was still hurting.

The next day was a photo shoot at Tower bridge and it was starting at 10am, exactly the same time as when Oli would be taking a seat for his friend's funeral. I hated the timing, but I messaged him all morning while I was in hair and makeup and Oli seemed fine. In fact, he told me that I was 'fussing' lol. I guess I was being a bit over the top, but I was doing it out of love. I'd had a massive bouquet of wild flowers sent to the venue and Oli sent a photo of them right before I went on set, then we didn't speak for over an hour. I couldn't stop thinking about what Oli was going through as I did that photo shoot, smiling and acting all silly and happy for the cameras... Usually it wasn't hard to portray energy and over-the-top happiness, but today, I can't deny that I struggled to get into character. Some of the models invited me out for lunch with them once we were done and Luiz encouraged me to go, so I did. It wasn't like Oli was actually waiting for me at the hotel, but of course I messaged him to see if he was alright after the service. He said he was OK and I asked if he wanted me to call but he was going to the wake, so he said he'd talk to me later and I was OK with that. I didn't want to push. Lunch with the models was nice, though my mind was distracted again... it wasn't an issue now, I just hoped you couldn't the concern and sadness written all over my face in the photoshoot images.