I care ( Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 1

I care (Oliver Sykes Love Story) part 19

My eyes shot open and the first thing I felt was a slight stab in the side of my abdomen. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to know just how much it'll hurt if I did. But I didn't want to stay in bed the whole day either. Dammit. I threw my arm over my eyes and just sort of laid there and just tried to convince myself to get the fuck up. I slowly reached down for my wound to realize that I've been bandaged up. The bandage went all around my tummy and it felt really uncomfortable. Well at least I'm still alive. Wounded, sad, in terrible pain, hungry, annoyed, but still alive. Never in my entire life have I ever thought I'd be fucking shot. Damn.

 I turned to my side to see that Oliver wasn't in bed with me. But it sure as hell looked like he had been, and that made me grin like an idiot. My heart skipped a beat when I heard a crash from downstairs and I sat up on the bed so fast, it felt like someone was scrapping my wound with a dagger. Hoooooly hell.

"fucking tit" I hissed and held onto my tummy.

And a series of cussing and groaning followed next. Way to go you fucking ding dong. I breathed in and out just like a woman who's in the midst of giving birth and bit onto my hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ." I whispered to myself and squeezed my eyes shut. And the next thing I know, I lost my balance and dropped face first onto the floor. Can this day get any worse.

The pain slowly subsided and somehow, I managed to pull myself off the floor, using whatever I could reach for as support. Walking didn't hurt as much, given the fact that I literally shuffled my way out of the room.

I was half way down the stairs when a metal bowl came rolling out of the kitchen. What in the world? Oliver came running after it, cussing to himself. He had an apron on and he resembled my aunt for a moment there. I stifled a laugh. 

He stopped in his tracks when caught a glimpse of me and his mouth dropped.

"Hi." I said softly.

"Hi." he blinked. "You're awake."

I slowly nodded and he smiled. God I've missed that smile. My eyes drifted to his apron and I looked at it questioningly.

"Oh, this?" he removed the apron and chucked it to one side.

"Uh, I was just.." he glanced at the kitchen. "Just doing something." he mumbled.

I slowly came down the stairs and he held his hand out for me. I grabbed it tightly and I just felt like an old lady for a moment there.

"That smells good." I smiled and shuffled into the kitchen. He followed me behind.

The kitchen was an absolute mess. Pans and pots were everywhere, vegetable slices were on the floor, salt was literally sprinkled all over the counters. I looked around at it and laughed to myself. I made it to the stove and peeked into the pot.

"I didn't know you cooked."

"I don't." 

"It sure looks like cooking to me. You made pasta?"

He turned into the cutest shade of red. "Yeah, so?"

Yeah I wondered where that typical rock star ego went. I wanted to laugh. I've never seen Oli embarrassed. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thanks."

His smile slowly appeared again. "I've missed you, yknow?"

I frowned at him. "How long was I out for?"

"2 days."

"2 days?!" I spluttered. Wow.

He nodded small. It was nice not seeing him look devastated for once. He leaned down and kissed me. It wasn't just any kiss. It was desperate, it was the "I've missed you so much" kiss. He deepened the kiss, leaning into me. But like as if he set a constant reminder that I'm wounded, he pulled away. Ugh.