Black & Blue (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

                                                         Chapter One

          “Get up you little bitch, and turn that damn alarm off while you’re at it.” My boyfriend yelled as I tiredly searched for my smart phone to turn off the incessant beeping, “Yes, Tyler.” I responded with the response he had drilled into my head. “Go to work already, you greedy, worthless…” I tuned him out, after all this was somewhat of a daily routine, “Yes, Tyler.”

            I hopped into the car my parents had given to me before they moved back to our home in the UK. Once I reached the indoor mall I walked straight to the Drop Dead that I was currently working at. “How are you today, Rosie?” My co-worker Tom questioned. “I’m doing fine, tom, How are you?” I said, this was routine by now. “I can’t complain.” He said quicker than usual. “Why are you so excited?” I scoffed with a raised eyebrow. “The owner of Drop Dead is visiting our store today because of how much our sales have gone up since you started working here.” He said with a grin so wide I was sure his face would split in half before too long. “Wait, like Oliver Sykes owner?” I said with the widest smile I have had since Tyler and I started dating. “YES!” He exclaimed. “OH MY GOD” we screamed in sync.

*time lapse 3 hours later*

            “Are you sure he’s even coming?” I questioned Tom impatiently. “Yes Rosie for the 5th time I am sure.” He stated annoyed. “Okay, I’m going to go get a coffee, text me if he comes.” “You got it.” He said distracted by the game on his phone.

            “Can you hear the silence? Can you see the dark? Can you fix the broken? Can you feel, Can you feel my heart?” I quietly sang along to the music blasting through my headphones as I walked out of the Starbucks across from Drop Dead. “You have a wonderful taste in music.” A voice from the left of me was just barely heard over the sounds of Oli’s wonderful voice. “Thank you.” I responded, not looking up yet. “So, where are you headed?” the voice rang out again. “Drop dead” I responded as the game on my phone ending, signaling me to look up at the stranger I was conversing with. “Me too” he smiled over my shocked gasp. “Y- You’re Oli Sykes.” I stated in shock. “And you’re Rosie Iris.” He smirked. “How…” I said trailing off in confusion. “You’re the reason I’m here, the least I could do was learn your name right?” he state calmly.