And Roses Wither [Oliver Sykes fanfiction]

"Do you even realize how hard it is to even be around you without getting choked up? Without thinking about us?" Oliver preached, and his arms are on either side of my head and I am completely and utterly turned on by this. I started to think and analyse and ponder and everything in the book and suddenly came to the simple answer I knew all along.

"Yeah, I do. I still do, Oliver. I get those annoying ass butterflies and I still get a small amount of a little thing I want which is called happiness, and you have that in your eyes when you're playing on stage and all those little peachy adorable things we would do as kids still flood my mind. I still like you, Oliver. I still fucking love you and I don't even believe in love!" I'm practically screaming and Oliver's lips are suddenly on mine, and I'm kissing back with every force of strength I have.