Bite My Tongue (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction)

Blacklist

It's only been a day since Oliver kissed me and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Well, that and being in Pittsburgh meant that I was that much closer to home. It also meant that Phil was coming to see the show tonight. He was probably almost here, and we were all just meeting up backstage to have a mini party with just us and the band.

I was hanging around backstage by myself, the guys were probably going to find Phil. It seemed like I was right because I could hear all their voices coming in and then another laugh that I knew was my brother. As soon as I saw him I ran up to him for a hug, super excited to see someone I knew for more than two months and hear a voice that didn't have an accent. Don't get me wrong, I loved all the guys but I missed my brother and my home.

"Hey, Anne, how have they been for you?" He asked after letting me go from the hug. Of course he was straight to business, just like he always was.

"We're not the band you need to worry about!" Kitty yelled and I glared at him. I didn't need Phil knowing about anything that's happened with Ben or Josh or Oliver. I didn't want to be chastised like a little kid, I was an adult and I could make my own decisions, even if they weren't very good ones.

"What is he talking about?" Phil automatically went into worrying older brother mode and I hated that. Why couldn't he just let me do what I wanted. I was perfectly capable of handling myself but clearly he wasn't aware of that.

"Nothing. You know me, just a little drama with boys but does it really matter?" I wanted to escape so badly and I was going to kill Kitty for saying anything. I knew that this answer wouldn't suffice for my brother but I thought that maybe with all of the guys here that he wouldn't say anything. And he did know me and he should know that I happen to get myself in a little trouble everywhere I go, and a lot of the time I got caught up with guys that I didn't care too much about.

I will admit, I'm not entirely proud of my somewhat scandalous ways but for the most part they were behind me. I was never really a "slut" I knew all the guys I was with and a lot of them were friends of friends. I just never really had feelings for any of them and that's what really made me come across that way in a lot of cases. It's also what caused a lot of drama.

"I do know you and that's why I'm worried. Who was it." It wasn't even a question. He was going to find out and I might as well be the one to tell him before he kills me.

"Josh from You Me At Six. And Ben Bruce. But look, it really doesn't matter, everything is cool. I took care of it." I spoke quickly hoping he might not hear me but I knew that was a long shot.

"And none of these guys did anything? They stayed away from you like I told them to?" he asked. Goddammit why does he have to know everything that goes on in my life? Why couldn't we have just left it at my last answer?

"No, actually, they really helped me. They took way better care of themselves and me than I ever expected them to." I just completely lied to my brother. He could probably tell, too. He always knew when I was lying.

He took in a deep breath and then let it out. All the guys were silent and I could feel Oliver looking at me. I don't know why I lied to Phil, but I really didn't want him to get mad at any of them and Oliver never really did anything wrong. He just kissed me. Forcibly, but I mean so did Ben and I can't say I didn't enjoy Oliver kissing me, so what difference did it really make? I just hope Phil wouldn't pry anymore because I knew I would crack and tell him. Then everyone would know that I had gotten with at least one member of every band on this tour and I can't think of one good reason why people wouldn't believe that I'm just a band slut.

"Fine, now who has the alcohol?" He smiled. I could finally breathe and we all went to start drinking. I don't know how the hell he believed me but he did and that's what really matters, right?

About an hour into our little party, Phil walked back over to me. We sat down and he started telling me all about how things were back at home. He talked for a while and I kept glancing at Oliver like I had been all day, I couldn't tell what he was thinking and it was killing me. Was he mad at me? Did he appreciate me lying for him or did he want people to know? If he wanted people to know he would tell them, so that's not it. And I'm still not sure why the hell he kissed me in the first place.

"Anne. Anne."

"What?" I looked back to Phil, and he gave me a mischievous little smile, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"So, you and Oli hooked up?" He asked. So, he knew exactly what I was thinking.

"What? No. We didn't" I answered quickly. We didn't. It was just a kiss. But now Phil was going to know about it because I can't lie to him to save my life.

"Well something happened because you can't stop looking at him. Do you like him?" 

What the hell was this, an interrogation? I could feel myself getting hot and my face was getting red and my heart was beating so fast. I was panicking, but why?

"He's cute. But I don't know that I really like him." I tried to brush it off like I wasn't thinking about him all the time. I did like Oliver, but I wasn't about to admit that out loud, much less to Phil.

"Look, I know I told them to stay away from you but, really, Oli isn't a bad guy. I just don't want anything to happen. Guys in bands are really unpredictable and you could end up really getting hurt. If you like him I say go for it, but just be careful if you do." He smiled and suddenly, I really missed being 15 and talking to him everyday. As overprotective as he was, I know he was always just looking out for me. It sucked sometimes but I don't know where I would be without him.

I hugged him really tight and whispered a light thank you. But then I remembered something and sat back, "But, we're done the tour in two days. Anything I do now would be a lost cause." Which was true, once tour was over I wouldn't really see Oliver or any of them a whole lot. Any attempt at a relationship or something even close to that would be insanely hard.

"They start recording their new album right after the tour. Here, in Pittsburgh. It's almost five hours away from Philly, which is far, but it's not England. So at least you have that." He said. He was right, they really weren't that far away. But was it enough to start something between me and Oliver? I wasn't even sure that he liked me, he probably just wanted to get in my pants.

Phil got up and went back to the guys without saying another word, leaving me to my thoughts. I sat back in my chair, downed some of my drink and looked at Oliver. He turned to look at me and smiled when he noticed that I saw him and then went back to his conversation. Five hours suddenly didn't seem so long and I was starting to convince myself that it actually had the potential to work out. If Oliver wanted to be with me that was. And god, I hoped that he did.