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

Wild

Things became crazy and life felt very different after that day. Every time I left the hotel, the paparazzi swarmed me. It was like the other models didn't even exist anymore; not even the super famous ones! It seemed like the media just wanted to take my photo and talk to me. I heard them yelling questions about what had happened, about if I was being fired, even about Oli... it was absolute chaos and I don't think even Luiz could believe how much hysteria surrounded me all of a sudden. I had gone from an almost nobody amongst all of those beautiful models to seemingly the media's sole subject of attention overnight.

The flowers I'd received were from the BBC, from other models and - most insanely - from the Queen! She'd actually sent a bunch of flowers to me with a message saying that she'd seen my act of kindness and she 'applauded my actions'. I was so shocked, and so was Oli. Even Luiz, who has seen pretty much everything was totally mind blown!

My meeting with the girl I'd helped at the press event went really well and she was such a sweet person. She was actually nineteen but suffered from a rare condition that made her look a lot younger; hence why I had assumed she was only fourteen or so. She was over the moon with the brand new camera and even more excited about the fashion show tickets since they're not something you can just buy... and it felt really good to make her day after what she'd gone through just 24 hours earlier. There were lots of cameras and the meeting was going to run on the news that night, but her father and chairman of the BBC thanked me privately for coming to her aid. Like I had told everyone, I told him I had just done what anyone would have. I still didn't know why people thought I had done something that deserved such praise. Luiz had loads of images for me to post to social media that night, which was now at a level I never really imagined - I had millions of followers and they had literally doubled overnight. There was lots of photographers outside the studios when I left, so I smiled and waved, I even went and signed a few autographs for people who were there with pictures and pens. It felt crazy that people were there solely for me, but I can't deny that it also felt nice. The best part was that it was mostly younger girls, some with their mothers or guardians and one with her grandmother who told me I was a good role model to her granddaughter. That got me really emotional.

My day was feeling incredible, mind-blowing, unreal... like I was imagining all of the wild things that were happening to me, but the thing that surprised me the most? A personal phone call from Ed; the brands manager; the guy who had sent me off the shoot for what I'd done. I was speechless to know he wanted to speak personally with me and while I wanted to call him out, I bit my tongue and accepted it when he apologised for what had happened; saying it was all a big misunderstanding. I knew it wasn't. I knew he had very knowingly removed me for upstaging him and disrupting his precious photo shoot. He'd also deliberately made me feel awful for my actions afterwards, but I wasn't about to be unprofessional. At least he'd apologised. When I told Oli about the call, he said I should have 'told him to go fuck himself', but he laughed and I knew he was joking. Well, kind of. Maybe not.

I did another interview with a BBC radio station that day, agreed to appear on Graham Norton at a later date, and did a third interview for a magazine who were actually paying for the exclusive - another thing to add to my list that day that felt crazy. I met the interviewer at a café near the hotel and I asked her to donate the money to charity, then prepared myself for the final press event before the fashion show; an appearance on Oxford street. Well, it was more like a parade really since we would be waving to people from atop a double-decker bus, but it was my first public appearance since the photo shoot, so I was interested to see how it would go.

When I arrived at the venue; another hair and makeup setup where everyone got ready together, I noticed how different everyone was toward me. I definitely wasn't invisible anymore... The other models wanted to talk to me, the hair and makeup team all knew my name now, even the photographers and cameramen who always documented every moment actually focused on me prior to everyone boarding the bus. It was funny how people suddenly cared and noticed me, but I wasn't about to unprofessional, so I just kind of played along with it. I did, however, have a genuine conversation with Rosie; the model who had spoken to me after the situation at the Bond Street store. She was the only person who treated me kindly and didn't avoid me, the only person who, quite honestly, probably stopped me from bursting into tears that day. We actually stood together once we were on top of the bus too. It was cold up there, but it was fun to wave to people and see fans who had come out to see us, as well as the onlookers who had no idea what the hell was going on, lol. A few people had made signs with my name on them and lots of people yelled out lovely things to me; again that I was a good role model, that I was awesome... lots of people cheered and called my name, one young guy had a sign asking me if I'd marry him, lol. It was actually a really fun promo to be honest and I laughed with the models beside me. It was very different to the Bond street event that had felt so terrible.

When I got back to the hotel, I told Oli about the guy that proposed and he frowned and looked adorably jealous. "I hope you told him to fuck off." he chuckled. I definitely didn't because that would be wildly inappropriate to yell out into the streets of London, but I climbed on top of Oli and had fun with his jealousy. "Are you jealous? Does it make you jealous that other boys want me?" I teased.
"Yes! They can all go to hell." he laughed. He was so funny.
"You're sexy when you're jealous." I said playfully.
"Oh yeah? You're sexy all the time." he replied as he kissed at my neck. I was always a goner when he kissed my neck, it just turned me on like crazy. "I think you need that sex glow again, you know, for the show tomorrow." he said as he ran his hands up my waist, taking the fabric of my shirt with them. I just smiled at him and bit my lip. He was so fucking hot and I loved it when he was the one to initiate our sexy time. He was pretty crazy that night, but we hadn't been intimate in a few days. Sex with him was always connected and meaningful though, even if we were in more positions than ever and there was a bit of hair pulling and playful choking involved. Kinky Oli was actually one of my favourite versions of Oli.

My alarm went off at 6am the following day and even though it was early, I was excited. It was runway day and while it was going to be long and tiring, I was looking forward to the glitz and glamour of it all. I was also looking forward to finally seeing the girls again! Emma, Dani and Nat were all coming down to London on a 'girls trip' to watch the show since I'd managed to get them tickets. They were coming to the after party too, so I was pretty excited! Oli got up with me at six, despite not needing to, and we had breakfast together before I left at seven. I kissed Oli goodbye and told him that I'd blow him a kiss from the runway, and I really meant it. I knew he would be sitting in the front row on the left with Luiz, with the other husbands and boyfriends in attendance. I couldn't wait to see him, knowing he was proudly watching on - potentially getting a little bit turned on as well, lol.

Luiz and I arrived at the venue and I was straight into rehearsals; including a walk through of the entire show. The turn around for outfit changes was nowhere near as bad as some runway shows, but all of the accessories and jewellery that also had to change meant it was going to be pretty tight. We went into hair and makeup at 11am and I noticed how much the cameras followed me around. It was the same way they did with the super famous head models, the A-listers, the ambassadors for the brand and the superstar performers that were joining us on stage. There was a lot of waiting around and time to just mess about with the cameras, but I was asked to film little segments too, like calls to commercial breaks and quick interview questions. I knew from watching the show in the past that those things usually only happened with the popular models too; the important ones; the household names. I hung out with the amazing musicians performing that year; Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran who I'd met previously, but also Ariana Grande and Hozier who I hadn't. Everyone was in really high spirits and I guess that was expected - it was the brand's whole thing to have high energy; sexy, flirty and fun vibes and for everyone to always have a smile on their face. It was absolutely buzzing with excitement backstage though and it was infectious.

As show time approached, the energy in the air was electric and I snuck a peek out into the venue that was completely full. It was mainly media, press and invited guests, but the front row was always the celebrities and boyfriends; you know, the ones they wanted to have in the background shots. I couldn't see Oli from where I was, but I knew he'd be there and I knew he'd be excited for me. The girls would be somewhere further back, but probably just as excited if not more and so would the girl from the Bond Street incident and her family. I hoped being there was a dream come true for her!

The closer it got to the start of the show, the more my nerves rose, but I was truly excited to walk that runway. I had been waiting for months and months, and finally it was time. I was going to walk the biggest, most famous, super-star creating runway show in the world.