He towered me off of the stage barely even giving me time to answer to his questions. When we approached the back stage door he
pulled me into a secluded closet shutting the door nicely behind him.
" Its dark.." I said. I could hear him snicker and reach up to pull the light. As I looked around I noticed we were standing in a utilitiy closet. Oliver didn't seem to mind.
" I- I can't believe your here right now." He stumbled over his words. I crossed my arms forcing myself to keep myself strong. I didn't want my match to make flames..but it was as if Oliver was pouring gasoline on it. I breathed steadily.
" I can't believe I'm here either."
He held my arms and pulled me close.
" I've missed you lots Brittany."
My head pressed against his shoulder hearing his steady heart beat and his muffled breaths. A nose whiff of his cologne knocking me out of my shell and setting my fire a blaze.
" I've missed you too Oli."
He stared into my eyes and hesistated for a second.
" I'm sorry Bri, I didn't mean to leave and not call. I just.. thought I could get you out of my head."
My heart pained. I could feel a knife jabbing into my chest once again. It was so unreal. The pain. It was worse than being shot. I felt cold, I felt still, I felt dead.
I wiped sweat the fell from my brow
" Can we get out of here..its pretty hot." I said. He gave me a still look.
" I'll go first." He said. I shot him a confused look.
" Why? Why can't we go together? "
He looked down and then back up at me.
" I can't risk them..seeing you." I lifted one nicely cut eyebrow.
" You can't risk them seeing me?? What do you mean Oliver..? "
He walked back and forth running his hands through his hair.
" Look, I can't risk the press seeing you. Or anyone for the matter.. it would.. ruin everything." He stated. I felt my blood rush up to my cheeks.
My anger rising and my faith in Oliver fading.
" So. Now your too cool for people to know of me?! am I just some sick childhood friend you want to forget!!"
He held my arms.
" No! No that's not true I do-"
" You what!?! I knew the Hollywood life would swallow you up Oliver! If that's even your name! I just didn't think it would be you!!" I jerked his hands off and pushed past him.
' What a jerk! ' How could he be so shallow?!
Oliver hurt me and no matter how many bandages he had he couldn't patch up the hole he left in my heart.
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Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Please, don't go!!" I screamed. Hot sweat beaded down my forehead trickling down the side of my neck. I could no longer bear it, the emptiness of the hole that purged in my chest. "Oh Oli.." I whispered into the night. Shoving my pillow to the en...
