*Oliver's Smile (Oliver Sykes Fan-Fic) Slow Edits

I'll See You In My Sleep, Sweetheart...

Picture: What Tyler looks like.

Song: Long Hallway With a Broken Light; Thriving Ivory

After a few beers in both of our systems, we both opened up and talked about each other for what seemed like hours. He told me about touring, starting their summer tour, ex-girlfriends, his clothing line, writing music. I told him about Tyler, struggling through college, my little brother's own school problems, spending the summer here.

Oli took my hand and pressed it to his face. I blushed again, and he smiled slowly.

"I'm really glad you're here, Brodie," he said softly.

"I am too," I said. I slid my chair closer. I was kind of a cuddly drunk, but I don't think that he minded.

"Still a little weird-ed out about all this?" he said, carefully placing his arm around me. I inched closer, longing to be right next to him. I could smell his sweet cologne wrapping around me, filling my drunk filled thoughts.

"A little bit," I giggled. He smiled his heart melting smile, tracing the lyric tattoo on my thighs. I glanced at the time on his phone. It was past midnight.

"I should get going," I muttered. Oli started to protest, but he stopped himself.

"Would it be to much to ask for your number at least?" he asked.

"Of course not. I'd be offended if you didn't," I said. I handed him my phone, and he punched in his number. He then handed it back ran his fingers through his soft hair. It fell directly back into place. 

He slowly got up and staggered a bit, affects from our too many beers. I had no idea how we would get home. If I was this drunk, there was no way Jake and Cameron could drive. 

"Fantastic, now what am I going to do," I muttered to myself. Oli turned back to look at me, but I shook my head.

He walked back over to me and stopped in front of me. I looked up at his alcohol filled gaze and smiled. Even though we were both wasted, I knew everything we had talked about was true to heart. I had the great urge to kiss him, but I held back. I still wasn't sure about the whole deal. I wanted to like Oliver, but the whole rock star thing was very intimidating. 

"I think I kinda like you, Brodie," he said, resting his head on mine. I felt him hand creep up my arm. It sent chills all over my body, and I pressed slightly closer to him.

"I think i'm a little unsure, but I might like you too, Oliver," I said. I barely said the words out loud, over whelmed by his presence. I slowly traced the muscles in his arm, tracing all of his tattoos. My hand found his, and I entwined my fingers through his. We stood like that for a few minutes, breathing each other in, not wanting to break the moment.

"Will you come to my next show?" he finally asked quietly. His hand was now running through my hair, stopping to trace my jawline with his finger.

"Depends. What's in it for me?" I asked sleepily. I could feel my drunken slumber start to over whelm me. I knew I needed to get home soon.

"Back stage passes, and no charge of tickets. Your boyfriends can come too," he said softly. I looked up into his eyes. I could see the plea in them. 

"Well, when is it, and where? I have to take care of my aunt, remember?" I said.

"Two days from now, and it's in the next town over," he said. He rubbed small circles in my back. I leaded closer, closing off the space between us. I pressed my face in his shirt. He smelled so good. It made me dizzy. I felt his arms wrap around me. The butterflies in my stomach were flapping like mad. His head rested atop mine. 

"I'll think about it. I have to talk to my aunt, and figure out what I'm doing with my life," I said. I really wanted to go, but I still had Marci and Cassie to think about.

Oh god. Cassie. That was the first time she had crept into my mind. What would she think about all this? She wouldn't be impressed. 

"Please, Brodie?" he pleaded. I wanted to say yes, right then and there. His eyes were soft. His fingers were tangled in my hair, and his other hand was still on my back. He ran his finger down my spine, and I shuddered.

"Oliver, I want to go, really. I would give anything to be there with you. But my aunt, and Cassie..." I said. He held me closer, and I buried my face in his neck. 

"Okay. Can I still talk to you, though?" he asked. I smiled.

"Silly boy, of course you can. I would be very upset if you didn't," I said. I ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft and perfect. He smiled as I ran my hand through it, bringing it down and tracing his face. I returned his smile. We broke apart then, and he walked me back to the other tent where the boys were, his hand still clasping mine.

"When we walked in, the boys were still there. Lee and Jona were passed out together, curled up on a sofa. It was so cute. I was half tempted to take a picture, but decided not to. Both Matt's were awake, still talking and sharing stories. Cameron and Jake were sound asleep, still sitting in the same chairs I had left them in. 

"How am I supposed to get home?" I asked out loud. 

"Uhm, good question. Neither of us can drive. And you probably have no idea where you are, huh?" Oli asked.

"Not really," I said. I ran my fingers through my hair, frustrated. I wish I hadn't of drank so much. Then I might be able to get home.

"Hey, I only had one beer. My buzz is long over. I'll take you home," Matty said. 

"Really? Are you sure?" I asked. I was a little unsure. I was still trying to grasp my mind around the thought of potentially dating a rock star. Now, his best friend was offering me a ride.

"It's no problem. I can take care of the boys. I told them they could stay. I'll take you home. Do you remember where you live?" he asked nicely.

"Vaguely," I said. I rubbed my brow in frustration. I coudn't really think clearly. I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep.

"Come on, honey. Let's go," he said. 

I nodded, and turned to Oli. I stepped close to him, drawing in his scent for one last time. My head swirled with excitement.

"Until next time, my dear?" he asked. He pulled my closer, closing the already small gap between us. 

"Next time," I said into his shirt. He held me for a few minutes, and then finally let go.

Matty lead me to his car. It wasn't as nice as I thought it would be, but at this point, I didn't care. I rattled my address off to him, and he said he knew where it was. We drove for what seemed like hours, until the filmier sight of my aunt's house came into my blurred vision.

"Thanks for the ride," I muttered, struggling with my seat belt.

"Hey, it's no problem. I just wanted to tell you, Oli really likes you. I mean really. I know it's a lot to grasp onto right now. but I've known him for years. He really, really likes you, Brodie," he said, undoing my seat belt.

"I think I like him too. I just need to get my head straight," I said. I thanked him one last time, letting myself out. I watched him pull away, and let myself inside. I somehow found my way back to my room and collapsed into my bed.

"Brodie, where the hell were you? It's almost two! I've been calling you non-stop. Are you drunk?" Cassie spat out.

"Yes. We'll talk tomorrow. Please let me sleep. I have so much to tell you," I said. I could barely  get the words out. I was falling asleep fast. It always happened to me when I drank to much.

"Brodie Lynn, talk to me right now."

"I pinky finger swear on my dog's grave that I will tell you everything tomorrow," I said.

"Fine, bitch face, see you in the morning," she said. I knew she was mad, but I was to tired to care. 

"Night, Fish Face."

"Night, Fish Face," she said.

I drifted off to a deep slumber, hoping I would see Oliver Sykes in my dreams tonight.