I Know I Shouldn't (Sequel To I Need You So Much) [Oliver Sykes Fan Fic]

Let Me Kiss

AN: First, I'm sorry this took me so long to write. I had a ton of school work. It's the end of the marking period, which means the teachers like to try and squeeze a million tests in and I went on a field trip two weeks ago and I had to make up a lot of school work. Also, do you guys have any suggestions on how to incorporate Oliver into the story? I feel like he's such a minor character and it's suppose to be an Oliver Sykes fan fic, so he should be in the story more, but I'm not sure how to do it. 

Song: What Are You So Scared Of? by Tonight Alive

Melody

“Hey,” Tyler greeted as he answered the phone. The sound of his voice made a smile come to my lips. Over the last few weeks, I had realized how delighted his presence made me. It was crazy how he had such an affect on me.

“Hey. You wanna come over? I, uh, want to…um…show you a new song,” I lied. This was really my ploy to get him to my house for his surprise party that Jake and I had planned. 

"Sure, but I told my mum I'd help her with something, so can I wait about an hour? And so you mind if I bring Jake?" he responded. I had told Jake to try to keep him busy for awhile and it looked the he had done a good job. 

"Yeah, sure. I'll see you and Jake in about an hour, then," I told him, feeling the smile on my face grow. Even though I just saw him yesterday, I really couldn't wait to see him again. 

We then hung up the phone and I turned to Cory, Elliot, and Jared, who had all came over to help me get ready. I immediately started giving out instructions until the hour was almost up and my living room looked perfect. We had tied balloons to the coffee table and Jared, who was the tallest of all of us, had managed to hang streamers on the ceiling. 

"Thank you, guys," I told them gratefully. I really couldn't have done this without them. I literally had the best friends in the world. 

Before any of them could say anything, there was a knock at the door that made the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings. I quickly gestured for my friends to hide behind the couch as I ran over to the door. I swung it open to see Tyler and Jake standing on the other side. 

"Hey guys," I greeted happily, standing aside to let them in. As soon as they were safely in the house, Jared, Elliot, and Cory popped up from behind the sofa, startling both Tyler and Jake. 

"Surprise!" the three boys shouted as they jumped up. I could see Tyler's cheek turn red and a small smile appear on his face. He might've said he didn't want us to do anything for his birthday, but I knew he kind of did want something. 

"You guys did all of this?" Tyler asked in astonishment. He looked around the room like he was trying to take it all in. 

"It was Melody's idea, but we helped. She's not awesome enough to do everything by herself," Cory responded. His reply caused me to stick nout my tongue childishly at him. 

"Thank you, guys," he told us before pulling me into a hug. The scent of sweet shampoo which he always carried everywhere he went filled my nostrils. The smell was one of the most comforting things in the world to me. 

After talking for an hour as a group, everyone kind of broke off in their own conversations. "So, I guess there's no song you wanted to show me," he inferred. He actually looked a bit upset about it. It was nice to know at least someone enjoyed the music I made. I knew the band and I would always have one die-hard fan. 

"No. That was just a way to get you over here," I replied sheepishly, running my fingers through long brown my hair. "Well, I did write something last night, but it's not done," I added, suddenly remembering my late writing session I had done last night. I had really liked what I had come up with. It was, for once, not a love song, either.

"Come play it for me then," he responded, standing up from the couch and holding out his hand for me to take. I put my hand in his and then got up from my comfortable position.

"It's not done," I reiterated, hoping what I had wasn't too bad. I yet to write a song like this one and I only had about half of it complete.

"I don't care," he told me as we climbed down the stairs to the basement, which was where my acoustic guitar was. I hadn't even shown this one to my dad yet, so I could feel the butterflies flapping their wings in my stomach.

"Ok," I mumbled, sitting down on the couch in the basement and picking up my guitar from the floor. I could feel my hands got clammy. There was just something about showing him what I wrote that made me nervous. I guess it was the possibility that he wouldn't like it.

Once we were both settled in, I picked up a pic and started to strum on the stings of my guitar. "Well it's a sad truth, living with these hungry hands. It's a shame, we don't know how much we have. We're scared of what we do not know. No matter where we wanna go. We wait for it, to find you, to find you. But the truth is far behind you now. Time to say it out loud: What are you so scared of? Judgements not unfair. It's what we've learned to see. What are you afraid of? This is not unheard of. Nothing's how it wasn't always meant to be, always meant to be. And you can go on thinking that you're so hard done by, And don't pretend you've worked so hard, just scraping by. It's not a crime to see the light. It doesn't mean you sleep better at night. It's not a crime to wear a smile. So what are you so scared of? Judgements not unfair. It's what we've learned to see," I sang, closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I could see Tyler smiling back at me.

"You have such a beautiful voice," he complimented when I was done. Before I could say anything else, he reached over, closing the space between us and pressed his lips against mine. The nervousness from playing his the song was immediately replaced with nervousness about our kiss. With a sudden burst of confidence, I kissed him back. After a few moments I found myself, sliding my guitar off my lap and onto the floor. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. My hand went to his hair and my fingers tangled within the strands. A moment later, I could feel his tongue push its way into my mouth, which made my heartbeat quicken. I had never kissed with tongue before and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, but then I relaxed a bit. I liked it. For some reason, the thought of having someone else’s tongue in my mouth had never been appealing to me, but in the moment, it was a feeling of complete euphoria. Being with him was a feeling of complete euphoria.