✧ Obsessed™ » kellic au [BOOK ONE]

22. Enjoy your stay at the Lonely Hearts Hotel

Pov: Vic. 

The intermittent, high pitched sounds of chirping birds being my alarm clock, I parted my heavy eyes open to see an empty, silk covered pillow, and I instantly knew Oli had left. I couldn't get much sleep last night, most hours consisted of laying awake in Oli's embrace, silently beaming and internally squealing at the fact I had a boyfriend. The sweetest kind, too.

Of course, I had said yes to his question as soon as it left his lips. I mean, even though my crush for Kellin had yet to fade away, if Oliver Sykes asked me to be his boyfriend, well... How could I say no? [srsly tho anyone who gets this reference i will personally marry.]

Sitting upright in the complacent chaise, the first thing I noticed was a torn out page, placed neatly on top of a narrow dresser, and, obviously it was meant for my eyes only, since my name was printed across the top in fancy letters. Reaching for the note and clenching it between two fingers, I sunk back into the mattress and opened the fold.  

♡ 

Good morning, love. 5am is a ghastly time to
have to  wake up for football practice, isn't it? 
Coach is a massive twat for making me leave
you, isn't he? Yeah, I think so, too. Anyroad, I
told mother dearest  you stayed the night, so
breakfast will  be waiting for you downstairs.

Oh, and  don't mind my brother, he comes off
as a prick at times but he doesn't mean to be.
You also may find he makes severely rude &
inappropriate comments, which I apologize 
for in advance. That's just the way he is. So,
in other  words, he's a complete nutter. And
remember, anything he says about me most
certainly is not true! Unless it's something 
good, of course, but that's an unlikely matter
considering this is my brother we're taking
about here and not my aunt Julie who
always finds some way to praise me. 

If you decide to go home, then I'll call you,
but if not, I'll see you when the clock strikes
twelve!

I love you. x 
-Oli.    

Reflecting some sort of sappy love story, I held the note to my heart and let an adoring smile engulf my features, closing my eyes in content. Could I ask for a better way to wake up? I don't think so. Though, a slight anxiousness soon came over me as I remembered reading the word, breakfast. I certainly knew I didn't want it, as eating was more of a task than a pleasure for me, I hope Oli's mother didn't spend too much time preparing it. Hopefully, by breakfast he meant a simple bowl of cereal, and not a two course meal. 

Tossing the sheets aside, I stood up and made my way towards the door. But as soon as I grabbed hold of the handle, realization struck that I would have to meet Oli's parents, by myself, with out him here with me. Oh Zeus, what if I say something wrong? What if I embarrass myself? Maybe, they'll be talkative people, and I won't be left to fill the silences. Here's hoping. 

I stepped out into the bright, protracted hallway, the wooden floorboards coated with shine, gleaming strongly into my eyes. It was as if they had only just been re-polished. Well, duh, Vic. They're rich, they can probably afford to polish their floorboards every week! Which, isn't exactly necessary, and I find myself growing slightly agitated at the thought, because there are much better things you can do with your money, like sponsoring a child in Africa. If I was rich, that is the first thing I'd do.