I Know I Shouldn't (Sequel To I Need You So Much) [Oliver Sykes Fan Fic]

A Phone Call Away

AN: This chapter is dedicated to @_Death_Note__ for her suggestions, one of which I used. 

Song: Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless

Oliver

I was sitting at a bar somewhere in Pennsylvania watching Matt Kean and Lee try to pick up some girls when Melody called. Thankfully, I wasn't too drunk yet. Even if I had been, I'm sure an intoxicated version of myself would've thought it was a good idea to pick up. I tend to make some pretty terrible decisions when I'm drunk just like most people.

"Hey, Melody. How's Tyler doing?" I greeted. Tyler tended to be her favorite subject. Even though I didn't really approve of the whole dating thing still, I tried to show an interest in their relationship because it made her happy. That was all I really wanted, honestly; just for her to be happy.

"Hi, Dad. He's doing really well. His doctor said he could go home tomorrow actually," she responded. Her tone sounded a bit upset even though the announcement seemed like a good one.

"Well, that's good news, right?" I questioned uncertainly. The last thing I needed was to set her off since I had a feeling it had something to do with him moving to America. Chelsea kept telling me how unhappy about the move she was. I thought this was good since I didn't want her to have a boyfriend so young, but she kept telling me I was being selfish.

"Yeah, but then he'll have to move to America sooner," she explained. Just as I expected, she was less than enthusiastic about letting her first boyfriend move across any ocean.

"Mel, he's gonna move eventually. I know you want him to be with you, but his mum isn't changing her mind about moving," I insisted. As much as I just did want her to be happy, she also had to realize that she didn't always get what she wanted.

"I know. I just don't want him to leave," she replied with a sigh. To be honest, it had been a very long time since I had seen her this unhappy, so I knew Tyler must be really special towards her. She was usually very cheery, but it looked like this whole situation had changed that.

"I know, love, but you gotta just let him go. If it's meant to be it'll work itself out," I advised. I know it was corny, but if it helped her, I would say just about anything. I also didn't really like to talk about Tyler. The whole 'boyfriend' thing made me uncomfortable.

"I guess..." she trailed off, still not sounding satisfied. Before either of us could say anything else, a lady had sat down at the barstool next to me. She shot me a smile full of blindingly white teeth and looked at me expectantly. I smiled back a little less than enthusiastic as hers, trying to figure out what to do. Melody was silent on the other end and this lady seemed like she wanted to talk. She might've been a fan.

"How much homework do you have?" I questioned. I usually tried to make sure our conversations on school nights were short so she had time to do all the work the teachers seemed to insist on assigning. I swear, I don't remembering having so much work when I was her age. It definitely got in the way of our time to talk, but right then it was helpful because Melody was still quiet and the lady was still staring at me with that smile.

"A lot. Thirty math problems, an essay due on Tuesday..." she began after a groan. Like I said, no eighth grader should have as much crap to do at home as she did. 

"Well, go do it then. I'll talk to you later," I told her, trying to be as strict as I could. I was pretty laid back so it was hard sometimes to be an actually father that told their kids what to do.

"Ok. Love you, Dad," she responded along with another groan. I could just remember when she actually used to enjoy school. Back then, she'd come home and when I wasn't on tour, I'd help with whatever the teacher had assigned. It looked like those days were over, though.

"Love you, too, honey. Tell Harmony, Linkin, and your mum I said hi," I told her. She told me she would convey my message before we hung. As I slipped my phone into my pocket, I tried to just focus on the alcohol in front of me, but I really couldn't. The lady had stopped staring at me, but she kept peeking at me everyone in a while like she couldn't believe I was there.

"Are you Oli Sykes?" she questioned finally, batting a mascara clad eyelashes as the bartender filled up my cup. She gave me this shy look like she was embarrassed to ask.

"Yep," I answered with a nod. As I got a better look at her, I had to admit she was pretty. She had long dark brown hair that cascaded down her back perfectly. Those perfectly whitened teeth were dazzling along with her big brown eyes surrounded by eyeshadow. Surprisingly, she was actually dressed decently in a t-shirt and jeans instead of what some girls, the ones who always were looking for a quick fuck, would wear. She kind of reminded me of Chelsea.

"I love Bring Me The Horizon. You guys are amazing," she complimented. I could tell she was already planning what to tell her friends about our encounter.

"Thanks," I responded with a smile. It really surprised me and the rest of the band how popular we had gotten in America. Somehow, we had managed to gain a pretty solid fan base there. I still had no idea how we had done it, though.

We ended up talking for hours. Either she was really interesting or I was just progressively getting more and more drunk. The bartender just kept filling my glass up. Eventually, he stopped asking me first. She just kept rambling on and on about some shit I really didn't even care about. I kept nodding like I was interested, but I wasn't really. Until my mind became totally intoxicated, I was trying to figure out what time it was at home and tried to think about what Chelsea would be doing, but my confused mind gave up quickly. I had lost count of the number of time the bartender had filled my glass up. Soon, she ran out of things to talk about, though, and did the one thing I had hoped she wouldn't do: she kissed me. I usually would've pushed her so far off of me that she hit the wall on the other side of the room, but my inebriated mind was slow and couldn't figure out what to do to get her off of me. Like I said, I was was insanely drunk at this point. The last thing I remember was her pulling me out of the bar.