Say My Name Again.

And breathe.

After the photo shoot at the London drop dead shop I hurried back to the tattoo parlour avoiding Oli. Yes he was nice to me but after he saw my scars he's been giving me the sympathy symptoms which wants to go onto a 'talk' which I don't fancy having. When I got in I bumped into Scarlet , 'woah eager... Oh hey Alex I heard that today you made a new friend.' 'What? Oh yeah Oliver.' 'So what happened?' 'It was just awkward.' 'Oh... Don't get your hopes up with him, they do say never meet your hero and he's the reason.' I looked at her slightly hurt but confused. 'Why?' 'He's cocky as hell. He tried it on with me before and when I said no he got really rude and annoying towards me. He thinks he can get anyone he wants. He's not even that good looking.' I looked at her with a smirk, 'okay maybe a bit.' She laughed. 'No no he was nice to me today I guess. Forward when it came to the shoot. I don't even think he remembers my name.' Before I could say more I was interrupted. 'Alex. You're name is Alex.' I looked and there stood Oli with a smug grin. 'Oh wow go you, you remembered my name.' 'Proving you wrong.' Looking from me Oliver turned to Scarlet. 'Go away.' 'Don't talk to her like that.' Scarlet just laughed and shook her head at Oli and muttering a whatever before walking to the piercing room. When she was out of sight I looked at Oliver with an unimpressed expression. 'Fine I'm sorry for being rude.' 'What do you want Oli?' 'Want to get a drink?' I looked down remembering what Scarlet had told me. I didn't want Oliver to hate me. I don't know what I wanted I never thought I'd have to know. 'Its a simple yes or no Alex.' 'What if I say no?' 'Then I'll keep asking.' 'Then I have to say yes.' 'Good when do you finish?' '5.' 'Go home get ready and I'll pick you up at 8.' 'Yes sir.' I replied with a mock salute earning a chuckle from Oli.
7.36pm. I looked at myself in the mirror, my long brunette hair wrapped around and hung over one shoulder, straight. My makeup done light with black smokey eyes. My outfit black DM shoes with ripped tights and some black shorts and a light loose white top, bracelets covering my left wrist and a long necklace hanging off of my neck. I forced a smile to myself but I was nervous my hands were sweating and the butterflies in my stomach were composing a mosh pit inside my stomach. I wouldn't get near drunk tonight no matter how much Oli may or may not push it. I will wake up in my own bed and on my own. Any other fan would be dying to get into his pants. Part of me wants that with him but the best part of me is saying to wait. Oliver needs to respect me and we could do with getting to know each other. Throwing on a black leather jacket l walked to my living room and paced anxiously waiting for Oli. Before I knew it there was a beep outside. Peaking out I saw Oli in the car with one window down. I took a deep breath and stepped out locking the door behind me and proceeding to Oliver's car to where he put the window up displaying the blacked out windows of his BMW.