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

INTIMACY

I smiled to myself as I replayed the punch in my head. Oli had really hit my ex hard and even though I don't like violence, Steve deserved it. He was a horrible person and I felt like he finally got what he deserved for everything he did to me. I kept hold of Oli's injured hand the entire time as we crossed onto the next block. I loved how protective of me he'd just been.

"Joy, I'm so sorry I wrecked your night." Oli said once we were a little further away. I just shook my head at him.
"Oli..." I said, exhaling. He hadn't wrecked my night at all. If anything, he'd made me feel free.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that." he added.
"Oli..." I said again. I was trying to get him to stop talking, trying to tell me that he didn't need to apologise for anything, but he just kept going. "I just couldn't stand him disrespecting you." he said, still continuing.
"Oli..." I said, trying again to shut up so I could tell him it was fine.
"I hope I didn't cause problems for you with your friends." he said, still oblivious to me trying to tell him that he didn't need to apologise.
"Oli!" I said sternly, but he kept on apologising. I knew exactly how to make him stop talking, so I stopped him, turned toward him... and I kissed him. Everything that had happened in the past ten minutes was so crazy and chaotic, but kissing him was peaceful. I didn't hear any of the city sounds as my lips pressed into his and as he slowly realised what was happening, he kissed me back. It was only a peck and I guess the circumstances weren't exactly storybook romantic, but the kiss was exactly how I thought it would be; soft, gentle and full of warm, fuzzy feelings that gave me goosebumps.

I pulled away and just looked at him with a smile. He looked understandably shell-shocked.
"Oli, stop apologising. Thank you so much for standing up for me." I said, still holding his hand.
"Anytime." he said, seeming a little bewildered that I'd just kissed him. I looked down at his hand and brought it up to my lips and kissed the back of it. It looked swollen and was already red, bordering on slightly purple; though it was kind of hard to tell past all of his tattoos. I felt bad that he'd fucked up his hand just because my stupid ex had called me a name, but I felt overwhelmingly grateful that he had stood up for me in that situation. He didn't have to, but he did. He had defended me in a situation where I felt powerless to defend myself and appreciated it more than anything. Nobody had ever stood up for me like that.
"I think we should go and get some ice for your hand." I said looking up the street to find the closest convenience store. We walked hand-in-hand, but neither of us said anything about the kiss. All we could find at the store were frozen peas, but I figured they would do the trick.

As soon as we'd flagged down a taxi and were in the back seat, I took a deep breath as I thought about what had happened. I still had hold of Oli's hand; now resting on the peas that were on my lap and freezing my thighs. I didn't mind though. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder as we headed home; rubbing his hand gently with my thumb as a sign of comfort. Neither of us said anything, but I could feel his heart; still beating hard from the adrenaline. He rested his head down onto mine and that was how we sat as we raced through the night back to my apartment.

When we got back to my place it was still early, right around 10pm since we'd left the party much earlier than I had anticipated. I immediately went to the couch with Oli, sat down beside him and took his hand; trying to look at it without hurting him.
"It's fine, honestly." he said as I inspected it. I was just trying to check there was nothing broken but I liked that he was being a little vulnerable and letting me nurse his busted hand. I was leaned in so close to him and even though I couldn't see, I knew how close his face was to mine as I looked down at his hand. I wanted to kiss him again, but I knew that wasn't the right moment. I grabbed the bag of frozen peas and sat them on top of his hand again.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that." he said, apologising to me unnecessarily again. "I couldn't give a shit what anyone says about me, but I couldn't let him, of all people, stand there and call you that." he said.
"Oli, It's fine. I'm just really glad you were there." I said, resting my head over onto his shoulder again.