Follow You (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Distance

After cruising through the morning, I headed to Bryant Park to meet Luiz for my first runway show of New York Fashion Week. I had the excited nerves I always did before a big event, but I felt more relaxed than usual. Maybe I could thank Oli for that, lol. Luiz was waiting for me at the models check-in area and greeted me with a hug.

"I can see it from a mile away. You've had an eventful night haven't you?" he asked.
What the hell? How could he tell?
"What do you mean?" I asked with a smile.
"It's written all over your face... and I know you had Oli Sykes at your apartment." he said with attitude. I tried not to smile, but I couldn't help it.
"Luiz, I hate to admit it, but you know me too well." I said. "We went to a party, and he punched my ex – long story – and yes, we may have had some... fun." I said blushing with a laugh. He laughed at the way I described it.
"Just fun? Or is this something I'm going to need to hide from the press?" he asked.
"Nothing to hide, not yet anyway." I replied as we started walking toward the show tents. I thought about that for a moment, and really, I wouldn't care about hiding it anyway, unless Oli wanted to keep it under wraps.
"Not yet?" he questioned.
"We'll see what happens." I replied.

My first runway was for Michael Kors, and it was likely to be a pretty big show. I'd done a campaign for the brand earlier in the year so was absolutely ecstatic to be chosen to close the show. It was such a huge honor and was a great boost to my credentials. Later that afternoon I was walking another show then heading to an industry party with Behati. It was one of the big parties of the week, and always attracted all of the big names. I'd picked out the sexiest little black dress for the party; it was borderline wardrobe malfunction with the length, and I was teaming it with a pair of racy bright red heels.

The runway show was a lot of fun as usual; hair and makeup, fitting, lots of hyping everyone up and then the adrenaline-filled walk itself; where I usually managed to block out all thought and just stare toward the end of the runway. The runway finished with a pause, turn and a blinding amount of flashes going off in my face, then the walk back to the start. Then it was lots of celebrating and lots of photos, media and celebrities before I got to change back into my own clothes and head back home – or to another runway. Today I was heading to another runway that went pretty much the same as the previous one, except the makeup was much stranger. I quickly snapped a photo and sent it to Oli with a 'lol' and he replied saying I looked weird.

When I headed backstage, I did the usual 'pose for photos and chat to celebrities in the outfi't, you know... mingling. I was standing around with the designer when Skrillex appeared in front of me. I was surprised to see him there, and even more surprised when he greeted me – by name. I wasn't sure if he knew my name from my work, or if he remembered me from London.
"We've met before." I said with a laugh.
"Yes – Oli's friend from London." he replied. What the hell. I laughed that he even remembered that night. We chatted for a while and figured out we were both heading to the same after party, so he said we'd "catch up" there. One of the professional photographers snapped a photo of us, and I told Luiz that he needed to get it for me. I wanted to send that one to Oli!

I headed back to Luiz's hotel to meet my stylist at 5pm. There wasn't much point in going home since I only had an hour, but I hung out and had a couple of glasses of wine with Luiz, and told him more about my couple of days with Oli. He asked me when I planned on seeing him again, and the answer was "I don't know." He said he would have a look and see when I could maybe decline a couple of events to get some time off to go and visit him and I thought it was nice that he was trying to make that happen for me. The truth was, I really did want to go and see Oli again. I didn't want to have to wait for weeks and weeks to see him again.

At the after party, I chatted with amazing people... designers, celebrities, media moguls, and of course, I managed to find Skrillex and speak with him over a few drinks. We reminisced about London a little and he asked about my career.
"I thought Oli was here in New York." he said, saying he had seen his post from the Brooklyn Bridge just a couple of days ago.
"He literally left this morning." I said. It was such a shame... it would have been so much fun for him to have been at this party with the two of us! We took a photo together and I sent it to Oli... I knew he'd be back at his hotel by time I sent it through, though maybe he was asleep since he didn't reply.