Bite My Tongue (Oli Sykes Fan Fiction)

Crooked Young

"ANNALISE!" I heard the voice that was no doubt my older brother as soon as I walked backstage. He probably sounded angry to everyone else but I knew his voice well enough to know that it wasn't an angry yell, he was just trying to get my attention.

"Phillip!" I yelled back as I half jogged over to give him a hug. We laughed and said our hellos as we walked into the green room. No one else was in here as they were all drinking and celebrating the last night of the tour. It still felt unreal that this was over.

"How was tour? Did you like it?" He asked excitedly sitting down on one of the couches. This green room was a second home to both of us since we both spent time interning and working here before making other careers for ourselves. We spent a lot of time together here even, when we worked here at the same time.

"I loved it. I'm even considering doing another one. It was really insane and a lot of weird things happened but that's what I joined the music industry for in the first place isn't it?" I said. It all came out kind of fast but it was a happy and excited fast. I really was thinking about doing another tour. If I was asked to do another one I would agree without much hesitation, if any.

"You would really do another tour?"He asked. He seemed surprised, which was understandable. I never really expressed how much I enjoyed managing. But I also wondered how much of that had to do with Oliver. I decided that it wasn't him entirely because I enjoyed managing before anything with Oliver and I happened.

"Yeah. I would. I really liked it." I said with a quiet smile.

"What made you love it so much?" He asked, knowing that originally I wasn't so happy about filling in for him, I wanted to stay in Philly. And I think some of the guys may have hinted to him that Oliver and I didn't exactly get along in the beginning, but clearly that changed. At least for a little while.

"The guys. They made it fun." I answered. I knew that sooner or later I would have to tell him that Oliver and I were together but our current status with this argument made that much less exciting.

"I thought you didn't really get along with some of them though?" He asked, confused. He was probably thinking of Oliver, even though he knew I had a thing for him, he didn't know that we were a thing. I knew I had to tell him and I had to tell him now.

"Well, in the beginning they were all pretty annoying. Especially Oliver. He was such a pain in the ass. But I learned to really like all of them. Especially Oliver. Like a lot. Because we're kind of together now." I said it slowly to kind of gauge how well he was taking it. I was slightly aware of a 'hands off my sister' rule that the guys were given once they met me.

"Let me get this right. You, my sister, have feelings. For a guy. That guy being Oli Sykes." He said very dramatically. I couldn't tell how he felt about the situation yet though which made me slightly nervous.

"Yes. And we're dating. Like a couple." I explain back just as dramatically.

"Well finally. I was waiting for you guys to finally admit it to each other." he said smiling and laughing slightly. I was amazed.

"What? You knew?" I asked amazed. I never tell Phil any of that stuff how could he have possibly found out? Unless Jason said something to him.

"Of course I knew. I could tell there was something going on with you two when I came to the show in Pittsburgh and you may not think that Jason tells me anything but we both worry about you so we talk on occasion." He laughed even more at my oblivion to what he knew. So Jason was the one that told him.

"Okay. Fair enough." I laughed back at him.

"How's it going though? Are you happy?" He went back to his serious big brother tone of voice and I knew that a mini lecture was coming on. I've gotten the same lecture from my father since my first boyfriend when I was in seventh grade and eventually they both started doing it to me whenever there was a new guy in my life.

"I was for the first day but now we're already fighting because he doesn't like that Michael has a key to my apartment. He has this weird jealousy thing and I hate it." I complained. It felt good to vent about it and I knew that if anyone would be able to help me with this then it would be Phil.

"I'm gonna give you really generic advice right now but I promise it's only because it applies here. Talk to him. You guys are both stubborn so I know it'll be hard to get over that but it will help you in the long run." He was right. That was extremely generic advice. But he was also right about talking to him. Now I just needed to find Oliver so that I could talk to him.

As if on cue Oliver walked into the green room and to the cooler right next to the door. He took out a water and looked up to see me and Phil. He obviously wasn't expecting anyone to be in here, much less to see me.

There was an awkward tension in the air and Phil took that as his cue to get up and leave me and Oliver alone. Not before mouthing "talk to him" very drastically while pointing to Oliver on his way out. Oliver was about to turn around before I was able to stop him,

 "Wait!" I yelled, and he slowly turned around and looked at me with sad eyes. "Can we talk?" I asked meekly. 

I was scared he would just walk away and that would be the end but he didn't do that. He took sat on the couch next to me rather than taking Phil's place across the room from me.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked in a bland tone. He didn't seem interested in hearing what I had to say but he seemed willing to listen anyway.

"Michael. I want you to know that he is just my friend. He does a lot for me and I care about him so I'm not going to stop talking to him because you're jealous. And that goes for all of my friends because a lot of them are guys. I work in this industry where there aren't many girls. So you have to at least try to give upon this jealousy thing if we're going to work out." I explained. We sat in silence for at least a minute and it felt like the longest minute of my life. We didn't really look each other in the eyes and we didn't talk. It seemed like we weren't even breathing half the time. So I finally took the initiative to end the silence, "If it makes you feel any better, Michael has a girlfriend." 

Oliver suddenly started laughing and I was extremely confused. "What? Whats so funny?" I asked, kind of angry that he wasn't taking me seriously.

"I think it's cute that you think Michael having a girlfriend makes me feel better. And that you're so worried about this." He said. It was almost difficult for me to understand him through his laughing and his accent.

"How can I not be worried about it? You got mad at me for having a friend and then left my house without even talking to me." I wanted to scream and yell at him but I knew that that wasn't any more mature than storming out.

"I know. And I'm sorry I should have reacted better but I haven't been in a real relationship in along time. Probably not since high school and clearly that's a lot different than what we are. I have a lot to learn and it does feel weird to me that you have these guy friends that you spend time alone with. But I did some thinking on my walk back and I talked to the guys and I know I just have to work on it. I don't want this to end over something stupid, okay?" He smiled when he finished talking and I was speechless. 

I never expected Oliver to be so open about his feelings and really talk to me about this without me forcing him to.I was honestly impressed by his maturity and it sounded like it was really sincere, not rehearsed or over thought. I felt like he really meant it.

"So you're okay with Michael?" I asked skeptically.

"Not yet but I will get over it. I'm sure he's a nice guy and even if I don't entirely trust him, I do trust you. I know that you don't let people in too easily so these guys must have proved themselves to you if they have such an important place in your life. But regardless, I am okay with whatever you want."

I smiled. I didn't know what to say so my only was response was to kiss him. He kissed me back and everything felt much lighter and happier.

"How about after your set we head back to my place?" I whispered to him, hoping that no one else would hear me, and know what my plans were.

"I would love to."