Don't Let Me Drown (Oli Sykes Fan Fic) COMPLETE

THE PENTHOUSE

I had accepted Oli's offer to go back to his house and I was now standing in front of the bar in Covent Garden with him and his friends. As I stood there, I realised how surreal the situation was. I didn't feel uncomfortable or unsafe, but I did feel a bit out of place. All of the guys had their arms around their girlfriends - possibly just holding on for dear life so that they wouldn't fall over, and then there was me standing with Micky, Oli, and his brother. Oli looked like he was falling asleep standing up and Tom was on his phone. I stood there and realised how much trust they, or at least Oli, must have had in me to be inviting me to his house. I mean, they were famous and I could have been anyone. Then again, in the state he was in, he probably didn't give it a second thought. As I stood there thinking, a mini van pulled up and everyone piled in. There were about 10 of us and it was hilarious trying to get everyone in, sat down and buckled up with so many people completely off their face. I was sat next to Dani who fell asleep on my shoulder rather than on her boyfriends' on the opposite side, lol. The ride was hilarious with most of the van singing Happy Birthday and waving to other cars whenever we stopped at a set of traffic lights. 

When we arrived at the building, which was only around ten blocks from the bar, I realised this was no ordinary house, it was an apartment building. Tom keyed us in and as we all piled into a lift to the 12th floor, some of the guys started singing. I was laughing so much at how drunk and funny they were as we ascended the building. When the door opened, everyone practically fell out into what was a massive, two-level, 5 bedroom penthouse apartment. I stopped in my tracks and just stared, thinking about my shoe box back in Hendon. A couple of the guys headed straight to the deck with drinks and the others headed straight for the bathrooms, showers and possibly beds. Oli went straight to the fridge and drank almost two litres of water so I just wandered over to a couch and sat down, just staring out at the view of the Thames that was in front of me. I had no idea where I should go or what I should do. I eventually took my shoes off and relaxed back on the couch and looked at my phone. It seemed like despite intentions of continuing the party at home, everyone had pretty well retreated to bed.

Even though I don't get star-struck, it was still crazy to me when I saw a photo that Oli had posted earlier in the night to Instagram with 150,000 likes. Like, there he was; just a few meters from me, standing in the kitchen with his shirt off, drinking water like he'd been lost in a desert for the past week. I actually forget that he's famous most of the time because he acts so normal. I again started thinking about how strange the situation was, considering I could be anyone... I could steal something, post photos or make up rumours about him or anything. My train of thought was interrupted when Oli crash landed onto the couch beside me with a laugh. He was such a child, but he seemed a bit more sober and his slur disappeared as we chatted and time went on. I guess the water helped.

It was almost 40 minutes later when I yawned that he finally showed me where his bedroom, aka my bedroom for the night was. I felt a little weird following him up the stairs, knowing I was going to his room... A tiny bit of doubt crept into my mind as to whether this was all part of some plan, whether he wanted something from me.
"Sorry it's a bit of a mess." he said, quickly throwing some clothes from the bed onto the floor. "If you want to borrow anything, go ahead." he said, scratching the back of his head before walking over to point out the bathroom.
"Thank you." I said. He picked up a pillow from the bed and awkwardly said that he would be in the lounge if I wanted to hang out, you know, in case I wasn't tired. I felt pretty awkward but told him that I'd take a quick shower and be down in a bit and he nodded before walking away. As soon as he left the room, I felt weird. I realised that I was in a guys room and that I was going to take a shower and have to use his things. I was also going to have to borrow his clothes unless I wanted to sleep in a lace dress. I had definitely not been in a situation like this outside of a relationship before and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't slightly uncomfortable.