Band Imagines

Oli sykes

So my friend actually requested this, kind of, anyways I need requests for these guys, just a few so I can have something to do over the break.
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"Oliver" I stated monotonously, my voice held no emotion whatsoever as look out over the edge of the cliff. I guess I don't feel anything because I try to push my feelings away, it's better than feeling lost and abandoned.

"Yes, love?" He questioned warily. I could tell by the tone he was using that he was scared, what of I don't know.

"Don't be scared Oliver, I don't want you to be scared" I said quietly, showing a bit of empathy. Showing anyone my emotions scared me so I quickly blocked out everything, thinking of just nothingness. It was almost like my mind was a black hole, all of my emotions and memories somehow had gotten sucked into it, leaving my mind a void, a shell of what it once was.

"I'm not scared, I'm just..." he paused, thinking of an excuse."Okay I may be a little scared, but I'm scared for you, love. You haven't talked to anyone in weeks, your flat is a bloody mess, you aren't thinking straight, and-and, you haven't cried yet" he sounded unsure of himself when he said the last part.

"I don't need to cry to show that I'm in pain, Oliver" I said, I sounded somewhat pissed off, just angry, like I was a ticking time bomb, capable of exploding any second.

"You're crying" he stated, his accent was thick, so thick in fact you couldn't always understand him. I took a moment to process what he had said before quickly bringing my hand to my face to wipe away the tears.

"Not anymore" I whispered harshly. I hated showing emotion, showing weakness.

"It's alright, love, you don't need to hide your emotions, they're what make you human" he stated matter-of-factly.

"Well maybe I don't want to show my emotions, Oliver!" I shouted, breaking the sereneness of the moment.
"Maybe I don't like showing my emotions, maybe I don't like feeling anything, maybe I feel so many negative emotions that I just block them out!" I continued.

"Why?" He questioned. Why? Why?! Did he  really not know why?

"Because" I started, this time going back to my monotonous tone. "Because showing, and feeling, my emotions makes me feel vulnerable, like at any moment I could crash and burn and never recover. Because all of my emotions are negative, nothing good ever happens to me,Oliver. I just can't handle the feelings sometimes. If I block them out then I can prevent myself from doing something stupid." I said quietly, I let my walls come down, my impenetrable wall built of steel, the walls that could withstand a nuclear war, crumbling to dust in a split second.

"You don't have to push them away, you could talk about them. Trust me talking things out is a lot better than bottling them up" he said calmly. He spoke with such a soothing tone, I wondered if he had done this before.

"Just talk about your feelings, they aren't invalid, or unimportant, or stupid, your feelings matter just the same as everyone else's" he used the same soothing tone, his voice never faltered, it almost sounded rehearsed in a way, but so genuine at the same time.

"Tell me about her" he started. "Tell me about Amelia" he was so serious, and so adamant about getting me to open up. So I did, I told him all about Amelia. She was 5'3, had bright ginger hair, she was as skinny as hell, and never had her face held anything other than a smile. She had a few tattoos here and there, her nose was pierced, and she always had a cigarette in hand. The most important thing about her, though, was that she was my sister, and best friend. I would and could tell her everything and anything.

"She was just so nice, so open minded, I should be the one six feet under, not her" I cried out. By the end of my rambling about her I was sobbing. She had died two months ago and just now was the first time I cried. It felt nice finally letting it all out.

"Do you feel better,love" he asked after my sobs had died down to just hiccups. I only nodded, I did feel better, I just didn't feel like I should, I shouldn't feel happy, I should still be mourning the loss of my sister. It was weird, whenever Oli was around, he made me feel better. His voice was soothing, he always put me first, and would do anything to make me smile.

"Will you be okay?" He asked, he genuinely wanted to know if I was okay, unlike everyone else, who only asked because it was common courtesy.

"As long as you're here with me, I know I'll be okay" I said finally looking at him, with a genuine smile on my face.