I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care (Oliver Sykes Love story) part 8

"Again!" he instructed.

"no I'm too tired oli lets take 5" I whined and laid my head down onto the piano keys, pressing random bars as I did, making a really weird sound.

"Aria you're not even trying!" He exclaimed. He pulled me up from the piano keys and handed me the lyrics sheet.

I sighed and stared at that particular paragraph, trying to make a sense of what it meant.

"ready?"

"no." I pouted.

"3...2..1..." he played and I kept silent.

"ARIA!" he snapped at me.

"I'm sorry! it's the songs fault! it's..it's too boring!" I handed him back the sheet.

"hey! why don't I sing one of your songs instead?"

"my songs?" he raised an eyebrow. "Aria I don't sing, I scream."

"I know that, but what If we modified it?" I asked him eagerly. "Do a bit of acoustic shit?"

He closed his eyes, thinking it through and when he opened them, he didnt seem too convinced.

"no you'll sing this." he said and handed me back the sheet.

"but oliiiiiii.." I whined louder and shook his arm.

"no buts! now hurry yer arse up and sing that verse!" he scolded and positioned his fingers on the keys.

"stupid fuckin bitch" I mummered and flipped through the sheets, searching for that particular verse.

"wot was that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"nothing.." I smiled sardonically and prepared myself.

"good. ready?" he asked me once more.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"sooo I sit by the river bank....alone at night with my cigarettes... pre-"

"your 'night' wasn't high enough." he stopped playing and faced me, looking slightly annoyed. I frowned at him.

"I need a break." I said and handed him back the paper. I stood up and walked up stairs.

"you still haven't finished the verse!" he yelled from downstairs.

"I dont care!" I yelled back and shut the door behind me. Ugh I hate feeling so pressurised! why won't he understand that I'm not mentally prepared for this shit? The auditions is in a weeks time and I can't even sing! I sat down on the bed and felt really down..I felt so useless and I just wanted to lay in the bed and sulk the entire day when Oliver opened the door and barged in, looking furious. Uh oh.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he spat at me.

"You've got 6 more days aria! SIX!" he yelled, pacing back and forth. He stopped and stared down at me. "there is no time...FOR A FUCKING BREAK!"

"stop yelling at me..." I creased my eyebrows at him. Christ, I never knew he was this controlling.

His mood visibly changed and the less 'control freak' oliver came back. He sighed, feeling sorry he raised his voice at me. He placed his palm on his forehead and he looked as though he gave up on me. Ouch...I didn't mean to make him feel this way, great, now I feel a 100 times worse!

"ill just be a stripper okay?..." I sighed.

He stared at me mouth-open, like he could not believe what I was saying. He closed his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. When he opened them again, he's angry, glaring at me.

"you're giving up! just like that?" he growled.

my eyes started to sting. Soon, tears started forming and my vision started to blur. I looked down at my hands and nodded at him. I just can't do this! I CAN NEVER SING!

"you're still going for the auditions."

"no!" I snapped. Fighting the urge to throw a fucking lamp at him.

"I don't care if I have to drag you there, you WILL GO." he said through gritted teeth and walked out of the door, slamming it shut behind him. Christ what's with him?

"ARGH!" I yelled and slammed a pillow on my face, to surpress my cries. He's an asshole and I felt like decapiting him.

that fateful day came.

"you're gonna do fine." he assured me and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a little squeeze. I still can't believe he forced me into this! and when he meant by 'drag me' he literally dragged me! Just to get me out of the house and into the damn taxi.

I shifted nervously in my seat and re-read the lyrics. Well, i convinced him that I wanted to sing one of his songs and was beyond overjoyed when he agreed to it. He wasn't fully supportive of it but there wasn't much he could do.

"we stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore, the days turn into nights..." I sang to myself in my heart. These are some deep shit..I gazed at Oliver he was fondling with his fingers. He looked even nervous than I was. He looked up at me and I gave him a smile. An 'I'm so sorry that I've been a bitch to you for helping me' smile. He squeezed my hand and smiled back.

The taxi stopped outside this huge auditorium and Oliver paid for the fare. Whoa, it was gigantic! I could feel my legs shaking already! Christ. I clutched onto the sheet and walked into he auditorium, with Oliver right behind me. As soon as we stepped into the theatre, our mouths literally dropped. That place was packed! I think almost every girl that was selected in this fucking operation shit was there! I turned around and pushed him backwards.

"lets just go home I can't do this." I shook my head.

he held my elbows and looked into my eyes.

"no Ari, you can do this..look at me...." he pulled my chin up to his face. "Just look at me okay? don't look at anyone else, just me. Everyone here is as nervous as you are." he whispered and pulled me in for a hug. His hug felt so warm, and I felt so safe in his arms. Oh how I wish we could stay like this forever.