It's complicated (Oli Sykes fan-fic)

7. You're my everything.

Olivers Point Of View

I watched as Rikki was swarmed with fans, and blimey, the scene was mental. Some of 'em were all smiles, shoutin' with excitement at seein' us together. But there were others, the nasty ones, who started slaggin' Rikki off.

I tightened my grip on her hand, tryin' to get us outta there. I could feel her hand strugglin' to hold on, so I took that as a sign to hold even tighter.

"There's a back door where we can get away from all this..." I whispered in her ear.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the crowd. We made a run for it and found shelter behind closed doors, but not before one fan, caked in makeup and barely wearin' any clothes, had a proper go at Rikki.

Rikki's Point Of View

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the fans, some bein' lovely, but them nasty ones were really gettin' to me.

"There's a back door where we can get away from all this..." Oliver whispered in my ear.

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I nodded, cravin' to taste his lips again, to feel the excitement radiatin' from 'em.

'FUCK YOU WHORE, HE'S MINE, BITCH!'

I turned to face the source of the venomous words, only to have my face slapped by the enraged fan. Oliver swiftly pulled us away from the commotion, but not before I had a chance to fire back.

"HOW 'BOUT YOU PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON, YOU TWAT, BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME?"

Anger and hurt surged through me, and I rubbed the spot on my face where that cow slapped me. Flippin' tart.

And then, a voice echoed in my head, fillin' it with doubt. "You're not ready for this. You can't do it. What's the bet he just wants to have his way with you and then toss you away when he's bored? And girl, you are boring. I mean, his reputation is for being one of the most well-known players..."

I just wanted to tell my head to shut the fuck up and quit overthinkin'. But a part of me couldn't help but wonder if my head was right.

Oliver broke the silence, bringin' me back to reality. We were already at the back of the shop.

Olivers Point Of view

'FUCK YOU WHORE, HE'S MINE, BITCH!'

I heard that crazed fan shoutin' at Rikki. Emotions flitted across her face, but the ones that stood out the most were anger and rage.

"HOW 'BOUT YOU PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON, YOU TWAT, BEFORE YOU JUDGE ME!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. That fan got a taste of her own medicine, and by the look on her face, no one had ever spoken back to her like that.

I pulled Rikki away from the chaos and we found ourselves in the dark parkin' lot. Rikki stared up at the starry-lit sky, lost in her thoughts.

I wondered what was goin' through her mind... I had to say somethin' about today, about the kiss.

"Hey, about today, I hope you know that I-"

But before I could finish my sentence, she cut me off.

"Yeah, I get it, no worries. Blokes get 'orny and 'ave to relieve themselves, doin' stuff they don't mean. Trust me, I get it."

Then she just turned and started walkin' away.

"NO, WAIT! I WASN'T GONNA SAY THAT! I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA SAY THE EXACT OPPOSITE. PLEASE! Please come back, Rikki..."