Im getting ready for the album signing today. My stomaches in knots and im not sure why. I just cant get my head round this feeling i can't seem to figure it out. Im nervously applying my makeup in my stone cold bathroom my hands are shaking and its making my eyeliner a right mess. Thats fine though ill try disguise it with a thicker line it should all work out. Its summer and at least 27C degrees out so finding an outift is going to be tricky. How about a white shirt and denim shorts?... no to basic. Urgh why do i even care about coming across as basic why does it even matter anyway... oh perhaps a checkered skirt and a black bralette.. yes.. he wont be able to take his eyes off of me!! Not that i want that of course. Like my 15 year old self said me and Oli are friends..well at least we was..
Im currently on my way to Sheffield city centre to see Oli. I mean get my album signed by Oli my hands are viciously shaken as i hold the wheel and my knees are shaken i cant shake off this nauseous feeling i have this concerning sense of dread a sense of fear thats eating me alive from within in oh God what the hells wrong with me my anxiety is like a screaming child its constant and cant be silenced i need to calm down
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Daddy Oliver.
FanfictionAs Oli struggles from loss and heartache can he reconnect to reality and form healthy stable relationships or will he push away those who try to get close to him find out in a passionate love story involving sexy oliver sykes warning will cause serv...