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You're Scaring Me~Oli Sykes (pt. 1)

"Oli please, please, I know we can work this out," I pleaded, following my boyfriend through the house. He whirled on me suddenly, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Oh, we can work this out? When you spend your nights getting completely wasted and coming home shitfaced I'm tired of it!" He shouted and I flinched, closing my eyes and bracing myself.

When I dared to open my eyes, I was beyond pissed. "You know what Oli? You need to stop talking shit about me doing that because you do the exact same fucking thing! Only difference is that I'm actually trying to stop. You keep doing it!"

He slammed his hands on the table loudly, causing me to flinch again. "Well then, Y/N, are you some kind of saint? No one's perfect!"

"I know that, Oliver!" I shouted, pushing his chest angrily, "Honestly, what happened to us? We used to talk and cuddle and now all we do is argue and fight." He started shaking as he breathed heavily before he backed me against the wall and slammed his hands on either side of my head. "WHAT DO YOU WANT? DO YOU THINK WE CAN BE A FAIRYTALE?!" He shouted, getting even closer to my face. When I turned away and didn't answer, he raised his fist like he was gonna hit me so I screamed and ran away.

I found my safe corner, burying my face in my hands. Oli found me, shouting louder than ever. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU FLINCHING? YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!"

I started screaming before I stood up completely. "OLIVER SYKES YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY I FLINCH SO HARD WHEN YOU RAISE YOUR HANDS WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK OR MAD. YOU KNOW WHY I DIDN'T WANT US TO DRINK. YOU KNOW WHY I GET SO FREAKED OUT WHEN PEOPLE YELL. OBVIOUSLY, I THOUGHT YOU KNEW ME BETTER. LET ME TELL YOU FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME, I HAVE HAD A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH ANGRY DRUNKS, OK? JUST STOP. YELLING." I was sobbing and breathing heavily at this point and I didn't dare look at Oli.

He put his hand on my wrist, not in a threatening way, but I yanked my hand away, going to our room and laying face down on the bed. I don't even make an attempt to dry my eyes when I hear him enter the room a half hour later.

"Y/N?" He asked softly, his voice hardly even there. "Y/N, please . . . I'm sorry. I've been a shit boyfriend to you lately. I promise, I can change but please stop crying. I know I hurt you and I deserve to be in pain but I don't want to be in pain because I've made you cry." His voice broke on the end and I uncovered one eye, seeing his bloodshot and puffy eyes filled with tears.

"I'd rather you just punch me or something," he laughed sadly, his lip trembling. "I truly am sorry. I just threw out all the alcohol – to help the both of us. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I never meant for us to end up this way."

I sat up before I looked into his eyes and shrugged. "I'm used to it," I say, picking at a thread on the comforter. He put his hand under my chin and gently pushed my head up so I was looking at him. "You shouldn't have to be used to it,
Y/N, that's not ok on my part." I shrugged again and he stood with a sigh. "Come here," he said quietly and not wanting to make him more upset, I stood up.

He took my hand and pulled me close to him. He held me in a bear hug and I hugged him back just as tightly. "Promise me that we won't fight that badly again," I whispered, shaking a bit as the remaining panic starting to show up. "I promise you that and I also promise that I'll stop drinking and that I'll always love you." I held onto him tighter and he returned it, leading me to the bed and sitting down with me in his lap curled up like a cat.

"I love you, Oli. I'm sorry for yelling–"

"You dork don't apologise for something that was my fault. I'm sorry for yelling and for accusing you of things that weren't completely true. I love you too, Y/N."

Part 2 up next ^_^