One Shots

Life Can Do Terrible Things But In The End Everything Turns Out Fine (Oli Sykes)

I met Oliver about a year ago. Over the past year he has watched me break into tiny little pieces, pieces that won't be picked up and put back together. In the beginning everything was great, the tumor was small, it hadn't started affecting day to day life yet. Soon I began to get regular headaches. I had no idea where they were coming from but I knew that I was getting them because of the stupid tumor in my head. I couldn't stop its growth nor could any other medication, it was incurable as far as the doctors knew. Oliver was there with me when the doctors told me that I only have a month or two to live. He started crying, I didn't say anything. I knew that I was going to die at some point. Although I wished that I didn't know when or how, but I know now. The tumor slowly started to affect my moods, making me snappy and rude to everyone. I just want to turn it off and just get rid of it but I can't. Friends of mine started to leave me, everyone except for Oliver had left me. Now I'm going through both physical and emotional pain. But where did the pain go when I stopped focusing on it again? Did it pass on to someone else? Did it just die? What happened to it? Could I do the same with my tumor? I questioned myself like this daily, quickly growing sick and tired of the same routine. I have asked Oliver to take me on tour a few times but he said no each time, because 'I was fragile and he didn't know when something bad was going to happen'. That made me angry, I'm perfectly fine, and I would be right up until the moment I wasn't. I told him to leave; I don't want him around me right now. Once he left it all hit me, I understood why he didn't just break up with me. If his fans found out that he broke up with his girlfriend with tumor then everyone would think that he's an asshole. It makes perfect sense, but whether or not that is the case is a different question, one that doesn't need to be asked right now. There are days where I didn't even get out of bed, what is the point anyway when I was just going to end up there again in twelve hours? Oliver didn't say much anymore, he just watched me and tried to be affectionate and caring. I pushed him away. A few days before I...stopped working...I had stopped pushing Oliver away. When he reached for my hand, I smiled and held his hand back. When Oliver kissed my cheek, I would kiss his back. Everything was perfect right up until the moment that it wasn't. There was a sharp pain in my head, worse than any headache that I have ever had. Oliver instantly jumped up from the bed, holding onto your hand as he quickly called for an ambulance. His voice got tangled, he stumbled a few times, he is worried.

I knew that I wasn't going to make it. Each story and each life has to come to an end. Unfortunately mine just stopped halfway through the book, not really much of a story. I was alive but I wasn't really living. I haven't broken any world records, I'm not famous. In reality I'm no one. I didn't really have an importance to anyone. "Love, stay with me, don't fall asleep," Oliver spoke through tears. I couldn't see his face but I could hear it in his sensitive voice. It cracked ever so lightly. I tried to smile, I didn't know if I was actually doing it but I was trying to. "Layla, please," Oliver whispered, his voice heavy with his accent. There was nothing that I could do to stop this. Even if I got to hospital before I died, there wasn't anything that doctors could do. They could put me on life support but I wouldn't be able to function, I'd have a machine doing it all for me. "Oliver, move on, for me. I'll always love you," I spoke softly. I didn't know if Oliver had heard me but judging by the sound of his crying hardening, he had. The tumor had won, I have lost. There is no more battles, no more nothing. It is over. I would never be able to touch Oliver's alive form and he me. It is over. I was fine right up until I wasn't. I felt myself being hooked up to the machines. I heard Oliver crying next to me. "Sir, we might be able to save your girlfriend." The doctor said. "Please anything. I can't lose her." He said. I heard them talking about the procedure. Sure I'm happy that I will get more time with Oliver but what if I die during the operation. I felt myself being prepped and Oliver saying constantly that he loves me. I was whisked to surgery. For the next two months I was in a medicated coma. I moaned and I heard someone call for a nurse. "Layla, beautiful." It was Oliver. He was still here. I opened my eyes and reached for Oliver. I can control my body. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He kissed back. A nurse checked my vitals and my doctor came in. "You should make a full recovery Layla. I'm glad we saved you. You should be released in a few weeks." He said. I smiled and focused on Oliver. I kept telling him I love him. I was soon released. Oliver and I got back to normal. He started taking me on tour again. Me and the guys were having a blast. I made new friends. We are at the last show of The American Dream Tour. I'm sitting side stage with Austin and Alan laughing. Oliver called me out on stage for the song we sig every night together. The boys started Deathbeds. I soon lost sight if Oliver when the song ended. I turned around and Matt pointed to the crowd. I saw the fans holding up various letters. It spelled out will you marry me, Layla? I turned back around and saw Oliver on one knee. "We've been through so much together. I'm so in love with you Layla. Please be Mrs. Sykes?" He asked. "You want me to be your mom." I said with a slight smirk. "Oh aren't you funny." He said. I giggled and kissed him. He slipped the ring on my finger and kissed him. I'm glad I survived.