Follow You (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Happiness

Oli had booked the first flight out of Dallas on the morning after Bring Me The Horizon's show, meaning he was arriving to New York around 10am. I woke up at 8 and got dressed in something appropriate for a first date; a cute and comfy dress that was still a little bit sexy. I waited patiently for him to message and say he was in the taxi; curling my hair to pass the time. For some reason I was nervous to see him, but more than anything, excited.

At 11:20am, my doorbell rang and I buzzed my visitor in; I knew it would be Oli. As I swung my door open, he was standing there with a huge smile on his face, looking as cute as ever, and holding a bouquet of pink roses that were absolutely gorgeous. I threw my arms around him and squeezed him tightly without hesitation. He laughed a little obviously picking up on how excited I was for him to be there. "These are for you." he said with a smile when I let him go. I looked at him and felt myself melt into a puddle as he held the bunch of flowers out to me.

"I know yellow flowers were our thing, but that was from a time where neither of us were in a great place, so maybe pink can be our new colour." he said grinning, obviously happy with his little idea. I couldn't hide how much I adored what he had just said and I launched myself into his arms. "Oh my God, you're so cute." I gushed as he caught me and I wrapped my legs around him. It was the sweetest sentiment and it warmed my heart so much. "God I missed you." he said with a smile as I looked at him.
"I missed you too." I said before leaning in to kiss him. "I should stop or I'll get carried away and we wont leave the apartment." I said with a laugh as I pulled my face away from his and let my feet fall back down to the floor. Honestly, if we started making out I wouldn't have the self control to not stay there all day in some kind of sex marathon. I took the artificial flowers from a vase, filled it with water and put the pink roses in the center of my dining table.

"So I'm not going to tell you what we're doing, but whenever you're ready, we need a taxi to Central Park." he said with a smile. I sat the couch and put on my shoes and it suddenly occurred to me that he was in a button-up shirt, and he had his hair out; brushed and not hidden under a beanie. I smiled to myself noticing the effort he'd made for me. I grabbed my bag and we headed down to the street hand-in-hand. There was always hundreds of taxis whizzing by, so hailing one was no problem.

When we arrived at Central Park, we got on a rickshaw like every other time, but Oli gave directions to the driver... he had mapped out where we were going on his phone, and I was already impressed that he had put so much effort into planning the day. He sat close and put his arm around me and after about 15 minutes we stopped at a cafe and he told me to wait while he disappeared inside. He emerged a few minutes later with a basket in his hand and a smile on his face and I realized he'd obviously organised a picnic. I couldn't think of anything sweeter and more carefree than a picnic in Central Park, and I couldn't really believe he'd put so much effort into it all.

We stopped and sat on the grass, under a huge tree by the lake and we snacked on the yummy stuff he'd organised; fruit, breads, dips and lots of vegan treats. We talked about things like we usually did; work, our friends, our plans... and I ended up laying between his legs; my head on his stomach and my arms on his thighs as if they were armrests. He leaned back on his arms and we sat there for ages just watching the ducks. We didn't even speak that much really, but we didn't need to... we just sat quietly together, enjoying each other's company.

"You remember that first night we slept together?" Oli said, suddenly breaking the silence.
"I had never felt like that before." he said looking down at me and searching my face for any kind of reaction. "And I'm not just saying that..." he admitted. 
"I think I know what you mean..." I said. "I felt like it was on a deeper level or something." I added, trying to explain what I felt.
"Exactly." he said in agreeance.
"I spoke to Behati about it and she used the term emotionally connected or something like that." I said, trying to make it not too serious. "Something about being in sync." I added.
"Well, lets be honest, I mean, we did go to the museum of sex together earlier that day." he said with a little laugh. I laughed too, remembering how funny it was. We were both quiet again for a minute as if thinking about it. "That was literally one of the best days of my life." he said, looking back down at me with a cute little smile. Hearing him say that just made me feel so happy. I sat up and turned around, and I leaned in and kissed his lips. I didn't care who could see us, it was all I wanted to do in that moment and I wasn't afraid of my feelings anymore.
"Today might give it a run for it's money though." he whispered before we kissed again. He laid back on the blanket and I moved around to lay beside him, resting my head on his chest and just absorbing the moment and how perfect the day was while he stroked my hair. I couldn't have organized a more beautiful date myself, and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to stop myself from completely falling for him. "I don't want to freak you out, but if I'm being honest, I've never felt as good as I do when I'm with you." I admitted. "I mean, not the sex... well, actually definitely the sex, but I mean the rest of the time as well. I don't really know how to explain it, but I feel normal around you, like I feel like I'm me, and sometimes I don't feel like that when I'm surrounded by celebrities and stuff." I added. I was surprised at how honest I was being, but I wasn't worried about telling him. "I completely understand, it's the same for me." he said, running his fingertips across my arm as he held me. "When I'm with you I forget about the band and everything else, I just feel like it's just us, and everything else disappears." he said. "You're honestly so different to anyone else I've ever been involved with, and I mean it in the best way." he added. "I think you might be a very important person to me, Joy." he admitted. I shut my eyes and squeezed him. I wasn't sure, but my head was screaming at me; telling me that his statement was a round about way of him saying he loved me. There was a long, thoughtful silence and I stared off at the park... I couldn't stop wondering exactly what he meant by his comment.

I laid there with my face on his chest, and it felt like we were there for hours, though truthfully it was only about 20 minutes, but in those 20 minutes I forgot about my job, about all of my upcoming plans... I forgot he was in a band and screamed on the stage and cursed every night. I forgot about London, about the awards shows and parties... even about the nights we'd slept together. The only thing I could think about was laying there with him... how his arm was around me, how his fingertips were running through my hair, how warm I felt... that he was the most wonderful person I'd ever met, and how much I didn't want it to ever end. I was falling hard, and I couldn't even try and stop myself.

"I have one more place to take you." Oli whispered as we laid there. I didn't want to move, but I knew I would have to eventually anyway, and at least I knew he didn't have to leave for another 4 days. "I promise it will be worth it." he said, almost as if he knew I wanted to stay laying there forever. We got up and packed away the blanket and basket, and climbed onto the rickshaw for our final stop. I sat even closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder, and I guess he could tell that I was loving the date because he held my hand in his the entire time. As we came to a stop, I realized we were parked right at Bow Bridge, so close that if I were to step out of my side of the cart, I would basically be 2 steps from it.

Oli jumped out of the cart and came around to my side and smiled at me. As he did, he held his hand out and it suddenly dawned on me what was happening. "Come on," he said with a smile. My heart thumped so hard in my chest, a wave of tingles washed over my entire body and I felt tears well in my eyes; he was going to walk over the bridge with me; The bridge that you aren't supposed to walk over without someone you love, the bridge we'd sat and watched couples walk across together... the bridge I'd never walked over because I'd never had anyone to walk over it with. I was overwhelmed. He didn't say a thing as he took my hand and held it tightly. 

As soon as we stepped onto the wooden planks, a tear escaped my eye as I blinked and rolled down my cheek. I didn't want to cry, but I was so overwhelmed by how romantic, thoughtful and beautiful he was. The fact that he had remembered about Bow Bridge and that he'd known how much it would mean to me made my heart skip beats... and then there was the message behind it. Was he saying that he loved me? It was the second time I'd thought that in the past hour. We walked slowly and silently across the bridge and he wasn't even phased by my teary eyes.

Still neither of us had said a single word as we approached the other side, but as we came toward the end of the bridge I stopped and said his name. He almost stepped off the bridge, but our linked fingers stopped him in his tracks and as he stepped back, I kissed him. It was soft and slow, but passionate, and I pulled his body in close to me. It felt like time stopped as we stood there. Nobody had ever done anything so thoughtful or romantic for me, and I was convinced that nothing in my life would ever be more special than that moment. My heart was beating so hard, I'm sure he could feel it. 

I had never felt so much adoration for someone in my entire life, and even though I knew it was crazy, I felt like everything that had ever happened between us had been leading up to that moment. I thought about that day at Reading festival when we first met, to London... when I turned up to audition for his clothing brand, when he picked that flower for me in Hyde Park and when John had cheated and Oli looked after me. I thought about the Skrillex show and how much I'd wanted to kiss him but had stopped myself... to that awful goodbye and how upset I was when he stopped talking to me, to that horribly awkward conversation nearly a year later at the Alt Press Awards when we met again. I thought about the night he told me he'd tried to kill himself, to laughing with him at the museum of sex... and the night he punched my ex and we ended up sleeping together for the first time. I thought about how he'd surprised me at fashion week... the party... the calendar... what he'd said just an hour ago about me being very important to him... Every single thing flashed in my brain  like a perfect little fucked up video, and it led me right to this moment. It was perfect and despite all of the fear, and the ups and downs, I could see everything with absolute clarity; I was completely in love with him. 

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Ahhhh my heart is going to explode!!! Finally Joy and Oli are in love! (even if they haven't said anything yet 😍)

Thankyou so much for reading! I have had so much fun writing this story.

So this is kind of an ending, but I'm curious to know if you want me to continue. I have lots of stuff in mind, so please let me know! Do you want more of Joy and Oli's love story?