Bite My Tongue (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction)

No Need for Introductions

Finally, we were back in my hometown of Philadelphia. I jumped out of the van so excitedly, on the ground in front of the TLA which was only about a fifteen to twenty minute walk from my apartment. I spent a lot of time in this venue when I was first starting out in my career and I was excited to see my old manager and co-workers that I knew were still here.

It was beyond cold here, but there wasn't much else to expect here in December. There was snow everywhere, and people walking around were all bundled up. The Starbucks on the other side of the block was packed, seeing as it was one of the few warm places in the next few blocks. It truly felt like home.

I could hear the guys laughing behind me but I didn't care because after weeks of being in a different state every night, I was finally home. I saw my old manager, Don, walk out the front doors and I ran up to hug him. He laughed at me, too, but he knew how excited I got about things that meant a lot to me. I worked with Don for a long time.

"Tour manager now, huh?" He asked. Don was a small, short, older guy who was losing his hair a little bit but I loved him to pieces.

"Yeah, I don't even know how it happened." I smiled. I could not stop being happy about coming home.

"Well, I'll tell you what. Because we just love you so much here in Philly, I'll get the guys to unload this so you can go back home and take a rest since you've been gone so long." he smiled at me with his offer and I nearly screamed from excitement. I opted for a tight hug instead and dropped the keys to the trailer in his hands before running back over to the guys.

"Guys, Don is gonna take care of unloading tonight, and we have a few hours so if you wanna come back to my place it's not a far walk from here." I offered, knowing they probably wouldn't want to walk anywhere. It would give me a chance to be alone for a little bit, which was very much needed right now.

Everyone but Oliver passed so we sent them inside and we started walking. As we walked I pointed out all my favorite places and Oliver laughed at my childish excitement over small things like bars and pizza places and clothing stores. Once we got to the building I got my keys out and let us in. We got in the elevator and went all the way to the top floor where my apartment was.

Once we were inside we sat on the couch and for the first time since we've been together we had a silent moment to ourselves. I thought that I wanted a moment alone but having Oliver here with me was even better. Neither of us made a move to do anything but lay with each other. I laid my head on his shoulder and Oliver ran his fingers through my hair and I rubbed circles around a tattoo on his other wrist and it was just beautifully peaceful.

But of course this is my life and that didn't last very long because my best friend Michael walked in unannounced.

"Bitch, I walked all the way to the fucking TLA for them to tell me you were already in your apartment. I cannot believe you didn't tell me." He yelled at me at he walked straight to the kitchen even though he knew fully well that there would not be anything in there. Despite it normally being stocked with food I've been gone for weeks so shopping didn't exactly get done.

"So who's the guy." He said plopping down on my arm chair diagonal from my couch.

My apartment was dark what with everything being dark purple and black so I got up to turn on the lights as I answered him. "That would be Oliver. Most people call him Oli, he sings for Bring Me The Horizon. He is also my boyfriend believe it or not." I sat back down next to Oliver and grabbed his hand.

"The infamous Anne finally settling down? I don't believe it." He said sarcastically. He was such an ass.

"Oh shut up. Don't you have someone else to bother?" I asked, throwing a pillow at him. Michael and I were really close and he lived a floor below me. We have a very playful relationship and very rarely do we have serious moments but he's a good friend to have. Even though he was an ass. Seeing the pattern yet?

"As a matter of fact, I do. I will beat the show later though so I'll probably see you there. Nice meeting you Oli, and Anne, play nice you don't wanna scare him off too soon." He said with a wink and he walked out the door without another word.

I sat back and laughed at him once the door was shut. I was used to Micheal's antics but that didn't make him any less annoying or inconvenient. I looked at Oliver and he didn't look happy at all.

"What's wrong?" I asked, adjusting so that I could look at him straight on and not be directly in his face when I was talking to him.

"Who was that?" He asked, coldly.His tone of voice made me uneasy, I wasn't used to seeing him mad.

"Michael Doldrum. He's my best friend, we used to work together." I said confused because I didn't know why Oliver was so mad about it. Or at least he seemed to be.

"Does he have a key to your apartment?" he asked through his teeth this time.

"Yeah, he keeps the place clean when I'm gone and sometimes he makes dinner for me before I get home from work. He lives in the apartment directly below me. What's the problem with that?" I was starting to get defensive. This was a possessive and jealous side of Oliver that had never really shown itself openly and it was a side that I knew I wasn't going to like.

"I just don't like the idea of another guy coming and going as he pleases around you." He wasn't even looking at me, and I was getting angry. This was beyond stupid and I could not believe that we haven't even been dating for three days and were already having these kinds of problems.

"You can't seriously be upset about this. It's Michael." I didn't see any reason for him to not be okay with this.

Oliver started to get up to leave and said "I'm just gonna head back to the venue. I'll see you tonight."

I tried to stutter out words to get him to stop leaving but nothing came out. I was astounded that he was acting so childish about something so stupid. I wanted to blame Michael for being an ass coming in here and I wanted to blame myself for giving him a key. But I knew that those things were not the cause of this. The cause was Oliver's perspective of me and of the situation. He probably still saw me as easy after the issues with Josh and Ben. He probably thought that I was like that with every guy that I knew and honestly, how could I blame him? He had only seen me in one environment and in that environment I acted like I was easy to get with; and that much was my fault.

While I didn't agree with how Oliver was acting I could understand how he was seeing it. But that didn't make me any less angry that he was acting like a dramatic teenager instead of talking to me about it like an adult. It also didn't make me any less sad that our brief moment of privacy and silence was ruined.