You Can Have My Heart (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction) COMPLETE

Photoshoots & Press Events

I arrived in Madrid, to another hotel to die for; this time a former 1800's palace (!) and to my photoshoot with Vogue Spain. The hotel's bar looked over the main city square, my bed was surrounded with a curtain of glass beads and let's not even talk about the full sized sunken spa in my bathroom. I swear I would never get used to the luxury of the five-star hotel suites I now regularly stayed in. It always made me think back to the tiny apartments I lived in with at least two other models in New York and London. How things had changed. I messaged Oli as soon as I'd landed, again when I'd arrived at the hotel and I was planning on calling him that night too. I was probably fussing, but I just wanted to make sure he was OK. I met Luiz for dinner and told him everything that had happened back in Sheffield and while he was obviously sad about the French runway show, he was glad that Oli - and our relationship, were OK.

Despite everything that had happened in the past couple of days, I had to block it out and get into the photo shoot I was doing; leaving any thoughts or worries at the door. I'd already fucked up my relationship with the French Fashion Federation, so I couldn't afford to piss off anyone else. The Vogue photoshoot happened the day after I arrived and it was slick, dark and sexy. I snuck a couple of sneak peeks through to Oli which he seemed to like too. The fact that he made some flirty comments and called me sexy made me feel confident that he was back to his old self and doing OK. The editor of Vogue invited me and Luiz out for tapas at the most exclusive restaurant in the city with some of the crew, so of course we accepted and I can't lie, the food was impeccable. The company was good too, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't rather be in Sheffield with Oli - anywhere with him. It was only one more day though, one more day... that was all I had to wait until I was arriving in London and heading to my hotel where Oli would be waiting for me. I couldn't wait. When I finally got back to my room that night, I called Oli and he told me his friends' funeral was being held the following week. Of course I offered to go with him, but I did have a packed schedule, so I was grateful that he didn't want me to. It was unfortunate that Oli would have to leave me for a day while I was in London, that I couldn't be there to support him, but at least Oli could go. I don't know what would have happened if it were a few days later when he would be in Asia. Oli was OK, maybe a little flat, but OK. When I fussed, he told me that Tom was going to go to the funeral with him, that he'd been staying at the house with him and that he'd made progress on a few songs. That was all very reassuring and I told him I'd love to hear them if he ever wanted to share them with me. He said he did. When I told him about the shoot and how we'd wooed the magazine's editor, he was happy and proud of me as always, but I still wished I was at home with him. I hated being away from him, especially now.

I spent the rest of my time in Madrid exploring with Luiz, visiting an art gallery, doing an impromptu amateur photoshoot, buying Oli a little gift and then relaxing in the hotel's spectacular mood-lit pool before an event on the last night. It was glamorous and opulent as always and I had a good night hanging out with friends and meeting people, but it was hard to focus on talking about work and fashion. My mind struggled to be there and not with Oli the whole time.

When I woke up on departure morning, I was relieved and happy. I liked Madrid, it was a beautiful place, but I just wanted to be with Oli again. After checking out and having a final lunch with Luiz, I was finally on my way back to London and back to my love. The flight was short but felt long and I was way too excited when we touched down in England, more excited as we got on the road to the city and even more excited when we pulled up at The Savoy hotel. Oli had already checked into Luiz's room and I knew from his messages that he was waiting for me there. Of course once I'd checked in, he'd be moving into my room though.

Luiz and I's rooms were on the same level, so we got in the elevator and pressed level 7. I ran ahead and knocked on the door of room 704 and I threw myself into Oli's arms as soon as I saw him. God he was beautiful; his smile was enough to melt my heart right out of my chest. I had worried about him so much despite him telling me he was OK and I had missed him even more. Oli looked happy though, he looked nothing like he had the last time we'd reunited and he actually chuckled at my enthusiasm to seeing him again. "I missed you so, so much." I said into his shirt as I held onto him tightly.
"I missed you too." he replied before kissing my head. I felt so much comfort and relief flood my body as we embraced, like I'd been holding all of this worry inside myself the past few days. Holding him again and seeing him smile made it melt away though, and I felt so much better; like a weight had been lifted.