Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1- A Long Trip

My head pressed against the window pane, watching the way the rain pelted against the dirty glass. My hand traced every blurry rain drop.

"Britt, can you like maybe fix your legs? This is terribly uncomfortable." Oliver said jabbing my side.
Why is he such a pest? I sighed.

"Oliver, I'm not a couch, a pillow or bed. So you being comfortable? Doesn't accumulate to anything on my priorities list."
I replied with a friendly nudge.

He frowned.

"Come on, I've been getting these killer neck pains throughout the entire trip. In all honestly, I think your  thigh bones strengthened the pain."

I grunted and shifted my legs, Oliver tugged my knees and arranged them out as he saw fit, and gleefully began to fall asleep.
I continued to watch the rain, how it splattered against the asphalt and the water grazed upon its surface mimicking the shine of the sun. I was already so anxious, this was the longest I'd ever been away from home and my mind always seemed to drift off to the safety of my mother.

I knew she'd told me not to worry,  But I've been worrying all of my life.
My mothers always been the more optimistic type, she'd always find some way to find positivity in any terrible situation. She always tried to get me out of the house whether that be joining clubs, vollunteer opportunities or school field trips. Normally Oli always tagged along to moms ridiculous forced events.
It's always just been Oli and me, I don't remember my life before him. It was as if my journey began that first day in kindergarten class, Pre- K seemed as if it were a blur.
I could remember the day we met as if it had happened yesterday.

Flashback-
' Hey can I borrow that green crayon?' He asked me. I never liked the idea of sharing my crayons. Ever since Tommy broke every one I offered him.
' Only if you promise to take good care of it?' He nodded and smiled holding out his pinky. I entwined my finger with his and he gleefully grabbed the crayon.
' By the way I'm Oliver?' He said. I smiled.
' I'm Brittany Adams. What's your last name?'
He gave me a confused look.
' We have last names?' He continued to scribble on his sheet and like he promised he handed me back the perfect crayon.
' You're not smart oliver. But I like you.'
He smiled.
' Really?' I nodded shoving the crayon back in its box.
' Wanna be Best friends?' I asked. He nodded quickly and I shook his hand.

I remember those days.. When I didn't have to worry about anything but me forgetting to clean my play kitchen. Now I have other obligations and responsibilities, such as college and that I was accepted. If only I could tell Oli.