I love ketamine (Oliver Sykes fanfiction)

4. Don't be afraid to wonder, don't be afraid to be scared

The morning sunshine wakes me up at 6 a.m. I get up from the bed immediately, knowing that I should be in an hour in my job in the coffeeshop. Being a waitress in the most popular café in London is not as bad as my ex-job in a shop with baby's equipment. My eyes are puffy after watching game of thrones with Oliver fucking Sykes for a half a night. He left my flat in the middle in the night as we both almost fell asleep on the floor in the living room. It's hard to admit, but I like him a bit. Despite of all his cheeky and perverted ways to make me go with him to bed, he seems to be a nice guy, especially when he acting like himself, not anybody else. Did I say I like him? Oh my god, I'm still naïve after all of my experience with boys.

I take a shower and get ready in a half an hour. I eat a quick breakfast, which is including a yogurt and banana. There is ten minutes until my shift in the work. I try to get out from my flat, but I stop in the middle of step as I spot a bouquet of red flowers on my doormat. I would almost trampled it, but my foot stops in the air a few inches over the flowers. I take them and read a letter, which is attached to them.

I will pick you up at 4 p.m., love ~ Olober

I can't help, but smile, reading it. He surprised me. Maybe it's a cheesy way to hit on girl, but honestly majority of girls love to get the flowers from lovers. But again Oliver is not my lover. He is only my friend, right? I put a bouquet in the vase and run to my job, knowing that I'm already late.

After my work I come back to my flat and manage to change my outfit in something more casual. Black skinny jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket would be okay. The doorbell snaps me out of my thoughts. I walk over to the door and open it to reveal Oliver leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. His brown hair messy as always. He is wearing black skinny jeans and a purple sweater with a donuts on it. I laugh, seeing how stupid, but still adorable he looks in this cloth.

"What is so funny, huh?" he asks, smiling.

I shake my head, still chuckling.

"Nothing" I deny.

His eyes follow by my gaze fixed on his purple sweater. He smiles widely, revealing his straight teeth.

"I always know how can I make you laugh" he leans over me, offering his cheek to kiss him on it. I shove him softly and laugh.

"No kisses. It's our deal, you understand? Otherwise I won't go with you to the tattoo studio"

Oliver rises his arms up in surrender then he waves his hand to follow him. He leads me outside toward his car and open the passenger's door for me.

"May I sit behind the wheel?" I ask, giving him a pleading look.

He laughs and shakes his head.

"You are a terrible driver, Nina. No way I give you my car again"

I pat his arm, but sit on the passenger seat. He goes around the car and sets himself behind the wheel, putting the key to ignition.

"There are a worse drivers then me. At least I didn't crash your car on a tree" I notice.

"Yeah, but you almost killed a poor cat on the way" he teases me, making me stick my tongue at him childishly.

He laughs again. I glance over him discreetly as he is driving. The way he folds his lips when he is trying to keep a serious face and his hazel puppy eyes... I can't help, but I'm staring at him, admiring his features. Oh no... Do I fall in love with him? No! There's no fucking way I will fall in love with him. Not after all my hopeless relationships.

The rest of travel passes in silence. Oliver stops the car on the parking lot and we both get outside to walking over to the tattoo studio on the other side of road. He opens the door before me like a truly gentleman despite of there is nothing of gentleman in him. A short guy gets up behind the counter and greets with Oliver, hugging him in manly way. He has colorful tattoos on his arms and red messy hair.

"Who did you come with today?"

I look up at the smiling Oliver beside me. Today? It's sounds like he always bring a company (girls) with him. Is it his way to date with someone?

"Nina" I introduce myself before Oli can speak.

"Josh" he smiles at me, revealing his white teeth "So, is it your first tattoo session?"

"No, no, I'm here only to escort Oli"

Josh looks at Oliver with a questionable look.

"Well, I guess you might change your mind" he says to me and looks back at Oli "I didn't know that you can't handle a fucking tattoo session without a lady's company, mate. Follow me you two"

Josh lead us to the small studio in the end of corridor, where a black leather armchair is waiting for a next client. Oliver places himself on it and I sit on a stool beside him, watching as he pulls his sleeves up to reveal his tattooed arms.

"Your skin is all in tattoos. You even don't have space to do next one, Oli" I notice concerned.

"I want to cover up one of the old tattoos, which I made being drunk a few years ago" he says, showing a black unicorn located on his bicep. I reach my hand over it while Josh takes a seat on the other side of the armchair. When I look up, I catch Oliver staring at me curiously.

"Comme on, Nina. I think you would look extremely adorable with a single, small tattoo on your perfect skin" Oliver says, biting his bottom lip.

I watch as Josh tattooing him and a small drops of blood appears on the places where he used the ink. I swallow, wondering how much it must hurt. Oliver looks like he adopted to this kind of pain because his face express pure relax. Or maybe he has an abnormal sense of pain.

"I don't know. I think I'm a coward when it comes to pain" I admit, gulping.

Josh laugh and exchanges a amused look with Oliver.

"The pain is dependent on a place on your skin and size of tattoo" Josh tells.

"I even have no idea how this tattoo would look like"

"Trust Josh. He has magical skills when it comes to creating tattoos" Oli reassures me.

I bite my bottom lip. For a moment I'm considering all of pros and cons until I nod.

"Okay, guys. Let's do it"