Just a groupie.. *Oli Sykes fanfic*

Chapter Three

*Kenadee's POV*

I heard a soft knocking at the door and Oli reluctantly called out to me. I didn't want him to know I was crying, so I shut myself up.

"Hey, uhm, are you okay?"

I didn't reply to him, but I picked myself up from the floor and sat down on the toilet seat after slowly unlocking the door. Oli cautiously stepped inside and didn't say a word. The silence got the better of me and I started silently crying again, accidentally looking up at Oli in the process.

Strangely, he kneeled in front of me and gave me a sad, almost understanding half-smile. To be honest, I really did expect him to just stand in front of me and tell me to shut up, the way he's been with me so far, so I guess he took me by surprise when he lifted his hand to my face and softly brushed the tears from my cheeks. God, I bet I looked absolutely pathetic.

I know I shouldn't have been, especially at that exact moment in time, but I couldn't stop thinking about how his eyes sparkled in the light. And how he smelt. And how much I'd give for him to hug me right now.

And surprisingly, he did. I swear, he must be psychic or something. He lifted me from the toilet seat and onto the bathroom floor with him, embracing me with a massive, warm hug, my head resting in the crook of his neck. For some reason, his affection made me cry even more.

"Shh," he stroked my hair softly, attempting to calm me down. "I didn't mean to upset you Kenadee, anything but."

I removed my head from his shoulder and pushed my back up against the bathroom wall, but he didn't release my hands from his.

"Just, having to have a new groupie and everything has upset me a little. I'm sorry if I've taken it out on you a little bit."

He noticed that I didn't want to make eye contact with him, so he lifted my face up by my chin softly to face him. God, his eyes. I forced myself to listen to him, but I didn't make any effort to reply.

"Our last groupie was called Elle," he began. "And I'm pretty sure she was one of the most perfect girls I've ever met."

'Well, thanks Oli, you're great at cheering me up.'

'Why would he want to cheer you up?! You're nothing but a worthless whore who takes off her clothes for money.'

There was that voice again. Oli continued, not noticing that I was pretty distracted.

"I got really close to her and we started dating, but the label accused her of using me to get some kind of recognition, but I honestly did love her to pieces."