Can You Fix The Broken? (BMTH/PTV)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Lizzy's POV-

After Oli and I left the apartment he led me over to his car. He opened the door politely for me before going over to the drivers side of the car. We drove for a little while until we came up to a small, fancy place. Probably French because I couldn't pronounce the name. He took me into the restraint to have dinner.

Once we were both finished, I insisted on paying but Oli won that argument. I did slip the waiter a tip, though. We got in the car again but just sat there for a minute. Oli turned to look at me.

"So what do you want to do now, love?" He smiled.

"I don't know actually. It's up to you." I replied. He looked to be deep in thought. That is until he looked at me again. This time his eyes shifted down to my lips for a single second. He cupped my cheeks in his hand and leaned in. Soon my eyes closed, I could feel his breath on my lips. But my phone rang, interrupting us. We both jumped apart quickly. I took out my phone. Lyric's face popped up on the screen. I gave Oli an apologetic look, he nodded in understanding. Once I answered I could hear load music from the other line. And then giggling on the background.

"Well hello, Lizzy! Did we interrupt anything?" Sarah slurred. Great, they're drunk.

"Actually yes, why do you always call me when you're drunk? Why not annoy your other friends? Or random people on the street?" I asked. Oliver laughed from beside me.

"We're not drunk!" Sarah exclaimed.

"Where's Lyric?" I questioned, after I didn't hear her in the background.

"She's in the bathroom, she started drinking way before me." Sarah hiccuped.

"Okay, I have to go. Make sure she's okay and you stay out of trouble." I scolded. Sometimes I feel like their mother but I've drunk called them before too. We just look out for each other.

"Byeeeeee" She hung up. I let out a big sigh. They do worry me sometimes.

"Hey, is everything okay?" The beautiful British accent pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, Lyric and Sarah have been drinking. A lot. And I don't want to deal with that shit right now." I frowned. He nodded in understanding.

"I'm sorry love, if you want you can come stay over at my house?"

"I don't want to be a bother." I smiled politely.

"It's not a bother at all." I thought for a minute. At least I won't have to go home to drunk roommates.

"As long as you don't mind."

"Not at all, love." He started the car and we drove off.

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The whole drive was silent. I just stared out the window thinking. I wasn't thinking about anything that important, just how unrealistic all of this is. Running into Oli Sykes, almost kissing, staying over at his house. Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy that it all happened but I just can't believe it.

After about fifteen minutes we drove up to, what I assume was Oli's house. It was nice. It wasn't to big and it wasn't to small.

Oliver turned off the car and opened his door, and before I could open mine he ran over and opened it for me. I smiled in thanks which he returned. Once we got inside Oli turned to me with a huge smile on his face.

"Do you wanna watch Jurassic Park with a bunch of pillows?" He asked. I giggled at his silly request and shrugged my shoulders. He smiled even bigger if that was possible, picked me up bridal style and ran up the stairs almost falling in the process. We came to a hallway with a couple doors he opened the first door and gently dropped me on the bed. Once he put on the film I realized how tired I was and found myself fighting to stay awake. Oliver flopped on the bed beside me and glanced over at me. He smiled and put a blanket over me. I smiled the best I could and dozed off for the night.