Hold Me Close [Oliver Sykes]

Chapter 3 -- It's Spiralling Down, Biting Words Like A Wolf...

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Chapter 3

It's spiralling down. Biting words like a wolf howling. Hate is spitting out each others mouths. But we're still sleeping like we're lovers.

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I blinked my eyes awake.

Sighing I rolled over to my side and saw the rays of light blaze through my bedroom window, and a lazy breeze rustled the first breath of morning across my smooth skin.

I stiffened as my mind went back to last night. Oliver. My heart was still working in double time from the near kiss we shared. But I sucked in a deep breath and reassured myself that it wasn't real, that I wouldn't let myself believe in love and fall for someone like Oliver.

I liked our old neighbours and I still don't understand why they had to leave. They were both really sweet even though the lady was a bit too into that hipster shit but that's what made them so intriguing; that they were different. Mary-Beth's husband David was an inspiring artist and they travelled the world so their house was like entering into a museum.

Now I was left with the Sykes. I didn't mind Oliver's mother Carol because she was actually nice unlike Oliver and jus brother seemed to pick up his habits. Oliver. Even his name brought a shiver down my spine.

I dragged my phone out from under my pillow and checked for messages. Jackson hadn't called. I sighed, crashing my head against the pillow. Drawing the pillow against me, I curled into it and tried to ignore the hollow sensation inside of me. He seemed angry when he left last night. But what was there to be mad about? How many more hours until I saw him again? I didn't know and that's what really worried me. The more time passed, the more the ice between us thickened.

I got up and paced around my room, running my trembling hands through my hair. I felt my wrists itch but I promised Jackson that I would not to cut.

Just get through today, I told myself, swallowing the pebble in my throat. Jackson should have cooled off by now, this always happened. He'll be here, a voice inside of my head told me.

I looked out the window next to my bed and saw that I could directly see into the next door's room. Speaking of the devil, he was there and he stood in his black basketball shorts that hung low, his tattoos on full show. Not bad, the annoying voice in my head told me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't believe that he was in the room directly across from mine. At this state, I wouldn't be able to avoid him and even if I tried, I had to admit it was going to be hard since well... we were neighbours

I looked away, better no getting caught and feel sorry for myself. I continued to pace around my room. My bedroom walls were mostly covered in posters of my favourite bands and my walls were a dark blue. When I looked back over my shoulder into Oliver's room, I was met by a pair of amused light brown eyes. A smirk played across his lips.

I went into my bathroom and locked myself in, I kept on refusing to let myself think about the ridiculous thoughts that swarmed around in my brain. Once I had a quick bath and got dressed, I climbed down the stairs to see a yellow Post-it note stuck on the fridge.

I'm off working but maybe we could do something together later?

Mom xx

I groaned and lowered my forehead to the counter, I did not want to spend anytime with her. I was not trying to be rude but last night's dinner was awkward as we played happy families with the Sykes, and I knew the act would soon drop.