So Sorry, Lover (Oliver Sykes X Reader)

Oliver

The warm scent of perfume and deodorant hit you like a bus, making you want to leave school all the sooner. You pulled your hood over your head and made sure nobody would see you. You fumbled at your locker, shoving books in and putting pictures up. Mostly pictures of MCR... Slamming your locker shut, you decided to head to class. On your way there you saw a guy, maybe about your age, looking around confusedly and back to a complete paper in his hands. He was fairly cute and looked like he was on the verge of tears. His hair wanted to be a flippy cut but didn't quite make it. You gave him a sideways glance and trotted over to him. Helping couldn't hurt, right? You just hoped he wasn't a jerk or something. 

"Hey," you started. He looked up from his paper with pleading eyes. "You need help?" He nodded and handed you the paper. Your eyes glazed over it. You had two or three classes with him and shared a homeroom. You looked back at him. His longish brown hair curled towards the ends and he had soft brown eyes. He wore a baggy grey pullover and torn black jeans. "Well, we share homeroom so I'll take you there and bring you to your other classes okay?" He was about to nod when he said, " Okay. Th-thank you, by the way." He had a silky British accent which was very cute.

  'Agh-shut up, Y/N, you just met him!' 

You think as you lead him to class. The morning was basically normal, leading this kid around the school. At some point you said to him, "Hey. I don't know your name." He blushed and said so quietly you barely heard it, 

" Oliver... But you can call me Oli." 

"Alright then, Oli. I'm Y/N"

 You answered and stopped in front of the cafeteria doors. "You wanna eat in there or nah? I swear, it's a madhouse but if you wanna go in..." He hesitantly looked at the doors and then me. "Yeah...um, let's go in. I guess." You swung the doors wide open, hoping you wouldn't be noticed... You weren't in the mood to have the crap beaten out of you today. Walking in, you headed to a small corner way out of sight. Oli trailed behind you, taking in everything at once. You talked all during lunch with him-neither of you had brought lunch. You learned he was from Europe and that he really liked music. For some odd reason, he wanted to know more about you than you wanted to know about him. If that makes any sense. You asked why he switched school. He said people called him a twink and he couldn't handle it and then asked, "why are we sitting back here?"

You answer with "so we don't get the crap beaten out of us." He asks for more info and your conversations continue like this until you have to go back to class. You would try and learn more about him but he always redirected everything to you. He's strange. But that's okay.