I love ketamine (Oliver Sykes fanfiction)

2. Home sweet hole

This is a second relocation during this month and I'm really tired carrying all of this bags, boxes and cartons with my stuffs. Jordan was helping me for a while until his girlfriend phoned him to come to her place because of a sink's failure. I got alone with all my stuff, which I have to move to my new rent flat in London. Before I resided at Jordan's place, I had lived in my old apartment, which I have had to leave because of the owner – to be exact my ex-boyfriend.

I look at the phone's screen nervously, waiting for a call from the removal company. They have should be here one hour ago to pack my stuffs in their truck and transport them to my new flat. They are late and I have no calls from them what makes me lose my belief in their help.

I carry a box with my items, when I hear door's knock. I smile wildly at noise of the doorbell and put the box on the table to open the front door. It has to be a removal company.

I freeze when I'm looking at the high boy in skinny jeans and black t-shirt, who's standing before my door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I groan, feeling a bitter taste of disappointment.

A wide smirk appears on Oliver's pretty face.

"Actually I came to Jordan, but your company is a pleasure to me"

I roll my eyes and block the entrance, when he is trying to get in my house.

"Jordan is not here" I say with a sigh "I'm a little busy right now, so it's not a good time to your visit"

I spot as his eyes are sliding up and down my body. A small smile appears on his face and I realize that I'm wearing only very a short shorts and a black top without any bra underneath. I cross my arms on my chest, feeling heat on my cheeks. God, why the hell am I so awkward person? Why am I blushing like a sweet teenager only because a handsome guy see my nipples?

"What are you doing that you don't have a time to unexpected visitor?" Oliver asks with a cocky smile.

"I'm waiting for a removal company" I answer truthfully.

He furrows his eyebrows.

"You relocate from here?" A sound of surprise in his voice.

"Yeah"

I shrug and give up, let him in the house and close the door behind him.

"So the removal company didn't arrive?" Oliver asks, looking around at the whole mess of boxes, cartons and bags setting on all of the hall "Do you need a help to transport your stuffs, sweetheart?"

I glance at him surprised. The removal company is late something about two hours and it's waste of time to wait for them. But in the other hand taking a helping hand of Oliver, I will owe him a favor. Oh god, it's so hard to make a right decision. I hesitate, running my hand through my hair.

Oliver rolls his eyes and walks over me.

"Before you refuse me, I want to remind that you don't have a choice really, love. Either I help you or you must wait for Jordan, whose girlfriend won't let him go until tomorrow" he says, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe.

I throw my head back and groan.

"I'm afraid that you have right" I say, already regretting my decision "It would be nice if you help me to move my shit"

Oliver smiles widely and look around.

"Well let's get to work" he commands and lifts one of the cartons with my books. I look at him confused, but after a while I grab a few bags and we make our way toward his car parked on the driveway. I almost drop my stuffs, when I see his big black car with gleaming lacquer.

"Wow" I gasp as he unlocks the car with his keys and opens the truck "Nice car"

"I'm connoisseur, love" he winks at me and I just shake my head, smiling a little at the thought about Oliver behind the wheel of this car "You will have a chance to check my car when we drive to your new apartment"

My eyes widen as I look at him excitedly.

"Do you really let me drive your car?"

The smile on Oliver's face disappears and is replaced by shock. He looks like he regrets his words, but doesn't want to disappoint me.

"Err...yeah, as you wish, love" he says quietly.

I squeal excitedly and give him a quick and reserved hug. Within an hour we devolve all my items from Jordan's house and get them into the truck. When the works is finished Oliver hands me his keys hesitantly and I sit down on the driver place. Oliver takes the passage seat and gives me a anxious gaze.

"Do you have a driver license whatsoever?"

I send him a smug smile as I put the key to ignition and pull the car back the driveway.

"Yes, I do. Don't be scared. I promise that I will be carful. I will try at least" I laugh, seeing him nervously running his hand through his messy hair.

I put the accelerator making a huge noise of theengine. 

[A/N] Sorry for mistakes, but I still learn english and I guess I sometimes write with no grammar's rules. Chapters sometimes will be short, but I will be trying  updating more often.