Follow You (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Fucking Gorgeous

Oli and I wandered back over to the group who were all deep in conversations after picking up fresh drinks from the bar.
"Where did you two disappear off to?" Micky asked, obviously having noticed we'd gone.
"I told her everything." he admitted. I wasn't sure what to say so I just smiled a little. I guess the guys' expressions changed a little since they didn't know how I'd taken it.
"I'm really glad you guys have talked about it all." Jordan said, suddenly breaking the silence.
"Me too." Oli said. I really didn't know what to say, but I put my arm around Oli and hugged him from the side. At least that kind of showed that everything was Ok.
"So now I'm going to steal her away." Behati said as she came over and hugged me from the opposite side to where Oli was. I looked over and noticed Vincent in a deep conversation with Lee.
"Oh, he's fine." she said. "They're discussing some video game or something." she said rolling her eyes. I had to laugh.

She led me off towards the bathrooms. "I'm sorry but I have to say it; you looked cute together when you hugged him." she said as we wandered away. I rolled my eyes.
"So you disappeared for a pretty long time..." she said, grilling me for information.
"He told me why he ghosted me." I said. "And I 100% forgive him."
"Oh wow, what did he say?" she asked.
"It's a really long story..." I said, not even wanting to have to repeat what he'd told me. I knew I couldn't not tell her though, seeing as he'd just announced to the guys that he'd 'told me everything'.
"Basically, after London he was depressed, so went hard on drugs, and well..." I said. Saying the words made me feel sick. "He tried to kill himself." I said.
"Oh my God. Are you serious?" Behati said, bringing her hand up over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and she looked genuinely upset. I took a deep breath. The thought of him feeling so terrible that he wanted to end his life completely broke my heart.
"He deleted instagram too." I said, mentioning it only because it made his lack of contact make so much more sense. "He said he cried when he got that flower I sent him and it made him want to change, so he went to rehab and when he came out he saw how great my life had become and didn't want to burden me, so that's why he never contacted me." I said.
"Holy shit." Behati said. She looked genuinely shocked. "Poor guy..." she exhaled, looking back toward the group.
"Be, it makes me so upset that I couldn't help him. I could have been there for him." I said softly.
"I don't think he wanted help, babe." she said pulling me into a hug. "But it's amazing that he told you everything now, right?" she asked.
"Yeah it is." I replied.
"Is he ok now?" Behati asked, releasing me from her hug.
"Yeah, I think so. He said he's fine." I replied.
"I'm so glad you guys sorted all of that stuff out." Behati said with a smile. "And funnily enough, I was actually grabbing you because I wanted to tell you that I actually think he's a very nice boy..." she smiled at me. "He has my approval." 
I rolled my eyes at her - here we go again.
"I wasn't sure about him to be honest, but he seems nice, and I can see why you liked him last year." she added.
"I didn't like him!" I replied, automatically defending myself like I always had.
"Bitch, please. I cannot believe you are still denying it." she said rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I think he's really nice, and I'm glad you are friends  again." she added.
"So am I." I said.

We went to the bathroom and then to the bar so I could get another drink. This time I was going for an espresso martini - I needed something stronger than vodka and soda.
"So, now that we have all of that heavy stuff out of the way..." Behati said, nudging me. I hated to think what she was going to say next; something ridiculous I was sure.
"Do you like him?" she added with a gentle smile. I rolled my eyes. What was it with her?!
"Seriously?!" I asked.
"Yes, seriously! I know there's something there... I don't know why you wont just admit it." she quipped. I looked over at Oli who was standing by the glass talking with Micky and I didn't reply to her. She was right... there was something, but I wasn't completely sure what it was yet. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it!" she quipped. I just stared at her with an unimpressed expression.
"Ok, well you at least think he's cute, right?" she asked, changing the question. I thought about it for a moment and I couldn't deny it; he looked great tonight and his smile made me weak at the knees.
"I think he's fucking gorgeous, Ok?" I admitted.
As soon as I said it I knew I would regret being so honest with her...
"I knew it!" she said with a huge smile. "Well, it's obvious that he's really into you." she added, still smiling at me like a cheshire cat. "The way he looks at you is crazy - and you look so cute together!" she squealed.
"Behati, you are actually the worst sometimes." I said. "He literally just told me he tried to kill himself a few months ago, and 5 minutes later, you're trying to get me to hook up with him." I scorned at her. 
"Well you're both single, famous and cute, and there's obviously bucket loads of chemistry and sexual tension there. Besides it's not like he's some random dude, so why not?" she asked. "God knows you seriously need to get laid!" she uttered.
"BEHATI!" I scorned, "For fucks sakes," I said giving her a dirty look.
"I'm just saying..." she said winking at me.
"Jesus Christ, Behati, is that all you think about?" I said, shaking my head.
"You know I am just looking out for your lady bits." she said laughing. I had to laugh at the 'lady bits' nickname, but she was such an idiot sometimes. I hadn't really thought about Oli in a sexual way before... kissing and cute couply stuff, yeah, but nothing beyond that.