Follow You (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Aftermath

As I wearily woke up and opened my eyes I realized that we were again still very naked, but this time it was light outside; the light creeping in ever so lightly through my blinds. I gently rolled over to check the time.
"Fuck!" I said out loud. 8:40am.
"Oli!" I said loudly, leaning over and shaking him. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes with a frown like he really did not want to be woken up.
"Your car is here in 20 minutes!" I said in shocked panic. We had totally overslept. I thought he set an alarm on for 8am but clearly he had forgotten!
"Fuck." he said as he rubbed his eyes and sat up. I jumped out of the bed and went to my wardrobe, grabbing a robe and throwing it on.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I said as I ran into the bathroom to quickly splash water on my face to wake myself up. "Oli, take your shower, I'll make us breakfast." I said as I headed straight for the kitchen.

He emerged from the bedroom and walked over to me in the kitchen.
"Joy it's Ok, you don't have to do that." he said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed my neck softly. I was already hacking through a loaf of ciabatta bread with speed.
"We barely ate anything last night! I'm not letting you get into a 2 hour car ride without eating." I said. I guess it was my maternal side coming out or something. He just laughed into my shoulder and kissed it.
"You're so fucking cute." he said. "I'll be back in a minute." he added, letting me go and heading toward the bathroom. How the hell was he so calm knowing his car was less than 20 minutes away?! I was halving mushrooms and zucchini and throwing them into a pan with cherry tomatoes at lightning speed, the toast was already in the toaster and I was desperately hoping I had another avocado in my fridge. I hadn't even thought about the fact I was basically making the same damn thing I'd made yesterday. Damn it!

I heard the shower stop and I momentarily thought about him in there; his gorgeous, tattooed body all wet and slippery. His hair dripping from the water. Damn he was beautiful. If there was time, I probably would have barged in there and gotten in there with him. 'Jesus Joy!' I scolded myself realizing I was fantasizing. I didn't have time for that right now. He came out in a towel and headed straight for the bedroom, returning fully clothed a few minutes later, suitcase in tow. 8:51am.

"I'm sorry it's the same as yesterday. I just panicked." I said as he approached me and wrapped his arms around my waist again.
"Are you joking?" he said calmly as I shoveled the veges onto the avo-covered toast without too much refinery. "You made me breakfast... and you're apologizing?" he added with a little laugh. "Joy, you really make me laugh sometimes." he said with a kiss on the cheek. "I should be making breakfast for YOU!" he whispered in my ear. He let me go and just watched me for a moment. "What can I do?" he asked. I was in panic mode.
"Um, orange juice?" I asked. He could pour juice since there was no time for making smoothies. I put the plate on the counter, and waiting on him pouring.
"Eat, eat, eat!" I said trying to get him to move faster. He took a big bite out of the toast.
"Joy this is delicious. You have outdone yourself." he said with a mouthful of food. Given the current situation of time, I didn't even care that he was talking with his mouth full.
"Thankyou." I replied as I picked up the juice he'd poured me and took a sip.
"Wait, did you not make yourself any?" he asked, suddenly noticing I wasn't eating.
"I'll make mine later." I replied. He just looked at me and I think he felt bad. He held out his half-eaten piece of toast in front of my face to share, so I took a little bite. 

As I stood there opposite him at the counter, it suddenly dawned on me that he was leaving. I felt like the blood drained out of my body as the memory of London flashed in my mind. That awful goodbye... the not speaking to him for over a year. I felt upset just thinking about it, and I think he saw it on my face.

"I wish you didn't have to go." I said out loud; my thoughts coming straight out of my mouth without my brain having a chance to stop them. His eyes stared at mine so intensely.
"I don't want to." he said. "I wish I could stay here and watch you at Fashion Week." he admitted. "Do you think it would be totally unprofessional to cancel the show?" he said. I knew he was joking, but I feel like in a tiny way, he really would do it if he could. I just looked at him. He put the last tiny piece of toast down on his plate and walked around to my side of the bench.
"I swear to you it's not going to be like London." he said, almost as if he had been remembering that hopeless moment too. "I am going to message you so much that you are going to want to block me." he said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and kissing my forehead. I forced a little laugh as my face pressed into his neck, but honestly, I felt really upset. I honestly didn't want him to go. I really loved him being there with me.
"I'm going to miss you." I admitted, squeezing him tightly.
"I'm going to miss you too. But we'll hang out again soon." he replied. I nodded against him, but I hated to think how long that 'soon' was going to be. I was always so busy and he was on tour... he hadn't even left and the thought of him not being there was making me feel lonely. I couldn't stop wondering how long it was going to be until I saw him again. Weeks? Months? His phone screamed to life and jolted me from my worrying as it rang in the pocket of his ripped jeans. I let him go so he could answer it.
"Ok, I'll be right there." he said down the line. I felt my heart break with the words. How was it already 9am? He slid his phone back into his pocket and let out a heavy breath. "The car is here." he said. I already knew. I put my arm around him as he walked to his suitcase, lifted the handle up and wheeled it to the door. He turned and looked at me and his eyes showed a strange expression; it wasn't sadness exactly, but it was something I hadn't seen before. He leaned in and kissed me sweetly on the lips and then rested his forehead against mine.
"I promise I won't disappear this time." he said softly before pulling me into a tight hug. I didn't want to let go of him, but he had to let me go. "Send me tonnes of photos from Fashion Week, Ok?" he said as he grabbed his suitcase and undid the deadbolt on my door.
"I will, have fun at the rest of your shows." I replied as he opened the door lock.
"I will." he replied as he pulled the door open. This moment was awful.
"Bye Oli." I said, trying to not let him see how heavy my heart was.
"See you soon." he replied as he stepped through the door frame and pulled the door toward him. As it closed behind him and blocked him from my vision, I felt like my heart fell out of my chest. I had gotten so close to him the past few days and I was devastated that it was over. I know he said it wouldn't be like London, but that moment felt the same and brought back the same feelings of losing him. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a moment. I had such a big day, and week, ahead of me, and I knew that I just had to trust that he meant what he said. I had no reason to not believe him, after all, and I hoped that it had meant as much to him as I was realizing it meant to me.