-Trigger Warning-
Please don't read if you feel reading about self harm will make you want to self harm yourself, cause this imagine contains self harm*****************
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You sighed and twiddled your thumbs, like you normally did, worrying about Oli.
He had developed a bit of a habit of going out and drinking with the guys and not coming home until 3 am.
You glanced over at the clock and it read 2:57 am.
You were having trouble staying awake, but refused to let yourself fall asleep.
I hope Oliver's okay..
You thought to yourself.
Just then you heard the sound of the front door open and close.
You sighed once more, pulling yourself off the bed and walking downstairs.
He stumbled right past you and the smell of liquor filled your nostrils.
Great, he's drunk; you thought.
"Oli," you asked quietly, just above a whisper.
He locked his gaze with yours for a few moments before looking away.
Soon after he headed towards the stairs and tried to walk away.
That was it, you lost it.
You were tired of him ignoring you, not talking to you, and coming home drunk every morning.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE OLIVER!" You screamed.
He froze in his tracks and turned to look at you with wide eyes.
"You think you can just come home at 3 am every morning, drunk, and just ignore me? Talk to me Oli, say something!" you yelled, trying not to let the tears spill over.
"This isn't a relationship. We barely talk any more Oli, when I wake up in the morning your gone for work. And you don't even come home after you just go straight to the bar! THIS ISNT A RELATIONSHIP!" You bellowed, tears streaming down your face.
Oli stared at you, anger taking over his face.
"Don't you dare scream at me!!" he finally yelled.
"I'LL SCREAM ALL I FUCKING WANT!" You yelled back defensively.
Suddenly Oli squinted his eyes and started walking towards you.
"Well excuse me for having a little fun with the guys!" he hissed in your face.
"Oh okay, you were having fun? What about me Oli! I'm your fucking girlfriend!! And now, this is the first time you've talked to me in 2 weeks! 2 FUCKING WEEKS OLI!!"
"IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU Y/N!" He screamed.
"NO ITS NOT BUT YOUR MY BOYFRIEND AND IM YOUR GIRLFRIEND! ITS NOT RIGHT TO IGNORE YOUR OWN GIRLFRIEND!"
Now you were full on screaming.
He glared at you for a long time.
"I'm going to bed." he finally said and turned away.
"YOU KNOW WHAT OLI? AS MUCH AS YOU HATE TO ADMIT IT, YOUR AN ALCOHOLIC! A SEVERE ONE! YOU NEED TO GO TO REHAB!"
Well, this got his attention.
He froze in mid action just as he was climbing the stairs.
"What," he slowly turned around to face you "Did you call me?"
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Oliver Sykes Imagines
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