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

Fantasies

I didn't get back from the party until midnight, 5am in Sheffield and much too late to actually call Oli. I wished I could though. I don't know how I could even express how I was feeling because words weren't enough, but I loved him. He was everything to me. I was never, ever letting him go, lol. I went straight to sleep and was up the next morning after only four hours sleep, heading to the airport for an early 7am flight to Paris. The time difference meant I wasn't landing until almost 10pm in France, despite the flight being under 8 hours. The jetlag was going to be real. I called Oli from the car and again from the airport once I'd cleared security and he gushed about the show over and over, praising me and making me feel like the most special person in the entire world. "Oli, I'm with people so I don't want to be too gushy and make them vomit... but you make me really happy. You make me happier than I know how to even process." I told him. Luiz went 'aww' and someone faked a vomit sound, which made Oli chuckle.
"You make me really happy too, Joy. I don't even know how to be this happy. It feels weird." he chuckled. I laughed too.
"I hope you know that I'm never letting you leave me..." I said quietly.
"Pfft." Oli sounded immediately. "As if I would EVER be dumb enough to do that." he stated. I just giggled. "Seriously though Joy, I'll be here for you always. Us against the world, forever." he said sweetly. I really liked the reassurance. "Promise?" I asked.
"I promise." he replied.

I slept for a few hours on the flight to Paris and when we arrived, we were whisked off to the same beautiful hotel; the same beautiful view of the Eiffel tower and gifts like flowers and chocolates waiting for me like the last time I'd been a guest of the French Fashion Federation. I had horrible memories associated to that particular place, but I knew it was in the past now. Oli was good, he was happy... we were in a really good place as a couple, an undeniable place of comfort, support and understanding that I truly don't think either of us would ever leave. It was after 11pm so I needed to try and sleep, but it was only 6pm in New York so I wasn't exactly tired. I took a bath with lavender soak and drank a camomile tea, then I popped a couple of sleeping tablets and ended up falling asleep around 1am.

I woke up to a beautiful message from Oli; wishing me luck for the meeting, saying that I was going to 'kill it' and as always, telling me that he was proud of me and loved me. I always thought I couldn't love him more, but then somehow he made it possible. I had a quick breakfast then did my hair and makeup; something simple since it was almost kind of like a casting call, and then I headed to the headquarters and birthplace of fashion in Saint-Honoré. I was nervous, of course, but actually a lot more comfortable than the last time I'd been facing a meeting with such important people. I guess they had asked for the re-do though, so they wanted me as much as I wanted them now.

When I walked into the room to greet the people speaking with me, I immediately apologised for the last meeting that never happened. They brushed it off like it was nothing and proceeded to ask how the hotel was, if I enjoyed the wine they'd sent and that kind of thing. I was polite and as charming as possible, as always. After a ten minute chat, they wanted to fit me in a couple of couture gowns that had arrived from Dior, so I happily posed in the elaborate outfits. One of them was huge, white and billowy; literally a wedding gown and as I stood there in it, the fantasy of being a bride popped into my mind. It was the first time I'd really envisioned it or thought about marrying Oli, but it made me smile. I could easily see it happening one day without any doubts or reservations and I guess that was the moment I knew that I wanted it to. I certainly wasn't in any type of rush, but I wanted to be with him forever. That I had zero doubts about.

After fantasising about marrying Oli and chatting further with the team, I was offered the contract to open the show, and it would be in a show-stopping Dior gown. I guess that was why they tried one on me. They also talked about a documentary that was being filmed about Dior; that the fashion house had expressed interest in filming my fittings and stuff like that. They said we'd 'talk further' about that later, but I left the meeting feeling positive and excited about the future. Luiz seemed even happier than me. "Joy... do you remember the first time this meeting was on the cards and I said it would make your career?" he questioned as we headed back to the hotel. I nodded. "Well, your career is already made, but this is still huge. I've heard about that Dior documentary... them wanting you to be in it is next-level." he stated. I just smiled.