Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2- Arriving

I woke up that morning, to an empty bus and terrible sleeping lines. My mind wandered about, scowring my eyes in order to find Oliver.

"Where could that nut ball be?" I combed the hair out of my eyes and stood up. How could no one be on the bus? I practically jumped at the sudden realization that they have in fact resumed the trip. I jumped up so quick I nearly fell from the seat belt buckles like hung loose from its seat in the aisle.

I looked out the window. The group was already ready outside of the museum. I groaned. Walking back to my bag I pulled my toothbrush from open book bag pocket and groggily walked into the tiny one person bathroom. I let the cold water splash into my face before walking back to my bag and drying it with a small cloth. I brushed vigorously making sure to keep an eye out for the group.

"Brittany, there you are!" Oliver said climbing into the bus. As if he didn't know I was in the seat beside him.

"Oliver.. Don't pretend you were looking for me..because we both know its bullshit."

"I'm sorry, I was just so excited!! I forgot to wake you." I shrugged.

"Now hurry up! They're waiting!" Spitting out the paste he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the bus. The sun shine hit my like a slap in the face so I guarded my eyes with my arm.

"Oliver!! Would you please slow down!!" I asked. He slowed down a bit but kept pulling me farther until I was eventually in the building. It was magnificent. Beautiful instruments aligned from the oldest times. Many music legends hung on the walls. I sat in awe at all its glory.

" Uh, Britt I'll be right back. I gotta use the restroom."

"Alright, hurry up though. I don't like communicating with people."

With that he hastily headed towards them.

OLIVERS POV

"I will not bow I will not break! I will shut the world away! And I'll  survive, paranoid, I have lost the will to change." I sung.

I always did that when I used the restroom. Mainly by habit.  I heard a toilet flush and I jumped. Someone was in here?! Crap.

I hastily flushed the urinal and zipped up, scurrying over to the sink to wash my hands. Before I could run out the bathroom to avoid complete and utter embarassment out came a guy in a purple satin suit. He wore sunglasses and a ridiculous hat. A kind of attire you never really see in Alabama.

"Oliver Sykes."

It wasnt a question, and frankly if it was I'm not completely sure if I'd give him the right answer. My face said it all. I stood absolutely still, eye bawling this well dressed stranger who knew my name.

"Yes, how do you know my name?"
I asked automatically. 

"I've been watching you and your band kid, you've got great chops for someone your age."

"Wow. Thanks.. we don't really have many fans."
I said a bit awkwardly.  Contemplating my escape from this incredibly weird conversation.

"Well you could, and I could make that happen."

"How?"

"Ronald Davis, Hollywood Records." He pulled out a tiny gold encripted card from his right front pocket. 
I nearly shitted myself at the site.

"Are you kidding me? Wait-what? I-I... Huh? How'd you find me?"
He smiled.

"A little birdy told me about your show, I had to come by and see it for myself. I brought it by my boss and he loves it. Now, we dont do this for everyone.. you're very lucky."

"I'm more than pleased to have your acquaintance Mr.Davis. I-I literally  have no words."

"How about one? Meeting. Saturday, I'll have my assistant email you the details."

"Of course! Thank you!!" I said fastly, giving him a firm handshake in the process.
"You won't regret it." I continued.

"I hope so." He said, and before I could say anything else he exited the bathroom. 

I quickly dried my hands and walked out of the bathroom. Brittany awaited me on a couch she stood up when she saw me. Should I tell he? I mean its a great opportunity but is it too soon? its my dream.

"What's wrong?" Her look of concern made me almost puke out the truth, I wanted to.. I should have but.. I didnt.
Instead I shook my head and secretly jammed the card in my back pocket.

"Nothing. Lets see this museum."