the best thing that never happened { an oli sykes au }

sitting on top of the slate roof, her feet dangling over the edge, violet mcmahon stubbed out the last of her cigarette. looking down at her heavily tattooed legs, she shivered a bit once she felt cold arms wrap around her. a small sigh of relief escaped her pale lips as she realised that the pale tattoed arms belonged to her boyfriend, the one she had loved for months and hoped to love for many more to come.