And Roses Wither [Oliver Sykes fanfiction]

Prologue

"I whispered in her ear: you better fear me my dear, for I am Death, and I'll take that shit you call life in a single fucking breathe."

          "Oliver, are you sure we're safe?" I squeaked, looking from left to right. As much as I loved being alone with him, I was still scared- the fact that this is a party, meaning any minute some drunk buffoon could come crashing in, demanding the toilet but not getting it due to himself being drunk (basically Karma. And then he gets to see us and dwell in self pity because they know they could have a relationship but they can't because they have an alcohol problem). And as much as I was rebellious, the thought of being caught by someone petrified me. 

        He simply rolled his sober eyes, shrugging. "That's the point of it, right?" He beamed, lacing his arms around my hips. He twirled me, smiling at our small moment. We synced with the fast music from outside, but instead we slowly did this. Oli placed his forehead against mine, his eyes were closed. I pondered what he was thinking, what words or images was swirling in his mind as we danced in a bathroom. It was unique- we always did things like that. We'd drive to cities we've never been to, go to dinner with fake names. These little things that were so insignificant in someone else's eyes were as big as Empire State Building in mine. Little did I know the breakfast picnic beach dates and sunny, blissful moments would shatter. So easily, like pills. Many, many pills swarming and swarming in one's head- the addiction for most people going on end. Until they break.

        I smiled, "Yeah. True." We had stopped swaying, just looking in each other's eyes. Listening to our heartbeats, ignoring the bass. Oliver made me feel inconceivable, he made me feel important. He made me feel wanted, as if I wasn't actually unattractive. He made me feel as though I could be the most ravishing person in the world- he made me feel complete, as if I wasn't a complete and utter fuck up. Just him smiling at me made me feel as if I was doing something right for once in my life.

        We both leaned in, pursuing the same thing. 

        Our noses banged together, to my dismay.

        Oliver was the first to burst into laughter, his head flying backwards and he tipped back, myself scowling at him. 

        I grabbed his chin, forcing himself to push his lips against mine, at first his eyes were wide- but then he smirked into the small, sudden kiss. You'd expect his lips to be rough, due to himself and the guys constantly practicing. That was the point of this whole party- the guys had got their first record signed label, Thirty Days of Night. As much as I was proud of Matt, Matty, Curtis (((Author here; Curtis was apart of Bring Me The Horizon at this time okay k before you comment shit about yeah okay anyway))), Lee, and Oliver, I had a bad taste in my mouth. Selfish. That's the bad taste in my mouth, sticking to my teeth and making me say things I don't mean. My tongue twisting with syllables and formations of sentences that are useless to myself, but evoke many things of which I don't mean.

        Oliver grinned when we pulled apart. This isn't a cliche story of fireworks, or bombs. This is real. 

        And as much as it was real- the kiss was something better than fireworks. Better than bombs.

        It was fire.

        "We'd like to thank Anna Mariette, also known as Oli Boy's girlfriend, good job by the way, for her support and help! She's been with us since we started with the band name, and we don't know what'd happened if we lost her!" Curtis shouted into a microphone. My cheeks heated as everyone around me turned towards me, whispers touching their lips and into others' ears. What were they saying? Was it my face, or how I dressed? Did they think Oliver could do better? I was suddenly very self-conscious, as you can obviously tell, but it was simply because I hated attention.          "And we'd like to give some thanks to Captain Jack, because he's just an awesome fuck!" 

        Joyful sounds ringed in my ears, laughter filling every tight corner of the area. People were babbling and tripping on air, drunk as fuck. Except me. And Oliver. 

        At least I hoped so. 

        My phone began to ring, singing the words of their newest song. "Hello?" I say, eyeing the guys as the stand on the table. How does it even keep them all up my God. The response from the phone came out blurred, as if it was saying somethign so surreal my mind couldn't transfer it. 

        "Casey's in the hospital."