'Til My Bitter End

Oliver’s POV

She always left me wanting more, something a girl could never do. I usually left them wanting more, what desperate girls I used. Know all I could think of was her body. I layed in bed looking at the ceiling and my thoughts really didn’t help the problem that was happening in my pants. Then the phone rang, distracting me.

“Ello?” I answered.

“Ey honey its mum and dad!”

“Yes?”

“Well considering the wedding is only in a few days we need to help you get a ring, and a wedding band!” my mothers voice was coated with joy, finally her hardcore son would be settling down instead of sleeping around.

“Okay.” I was kind of excited to pick out a big rock for my girl. What the hell was I thinking?! I don’t even sound like myself right now.

“We will be there in 10 minutes”. and the line disconnected. By now She was out of the bathroom fully dressed with make up and all. She looked beautiful. Her black hair was down and straightened again, and the blue in her shirt and shoes brought out the blue accents in her deep green eyes. I just stared as she walked by.

“See you later then?” She waved and walked out of her flat.

I quickly got dressed and waited outside for my parents.

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I picked out a diamond crusted ring that I thought would maybe want her to sleep with me more, just maybe and a simple black wedding band I thought would go with her.

It was weird to see my parents with such large smiles and such happy talk. It was also weird that I wasn’t fighting my parents for forcing a marriage upon me, Oliver, Bring me the Horizon’s lead singer, and lady’s man. I found it weird that I kept thinking about her, well not really her but her body, close enough, I mean any girl who can keep constant in my mind there is something there. I was just beaming with excitement for the honeymoon only 3 more days.

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Mel’s POV

I stripped of my santitary gloves as I gazed at Gary’s finished back piece, months and months of work had gone into this, multiple 5 hour sessions. I walked him in front of the mirror and he smiled.

“DUDE, oh my god this has come together so great, best tattoo on my whole body I think.” that meant a lot considering that was his final piece of a body suit which he had gotten work from all kinds of amazing artists. We traded hugs and he payed me. I’ve mad almost 3,000 from just his back piece. I love the world of tattooing.

Throughout the day I had a few small pieces and some appointments for after the honeymoon of larger multiple session pieces that I was stoked for, and by 10pm I was done for the day. I walked home and fell into bed. Exhausted.

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The next 2 days went by faster then I’d could ever of imagined. Here I was, defeated, run down, emotionally tired, walking down the aisle covered in white.

My steps were methodic, I looked ahead to see Oliver, looking dashing in a tux. His rose tattoo on his neck shown brightly above the bow tie around his neck. He was smiling, looking at me, not my body, but just my face, odd. Oops, never mind his eyes moved down. I shook my head, I couldn’t believe this was happening and before I knew it I was standing in front of the minister and Oliver. His band mates to his side and my tattooed friends to my right.
We both decided the non-denomination simple vows would be best for us.

“Do you Melanie Collins, take thee Oliver Sykes, to be your husband.
To have and to hold,
in sickness and in health,
for richer or for poorer,
and to promise to love each other forevermore?"

the priest read off, I looked into Oliver’s deep chocolate brown eyes and said “I do” not really understanding where his would take me, but I didn’t have a choice, which reminded me to look for divorce lawyers after the honeymoon.

Oliver smirked, hearing my agreement.

"Do you Oliver Sykes, take thee Melanie Collins, to be your wife
To have and to hold,
in sickness and in health,
for richer or for poorer,
and to promise to love each other forevermore?"

“I do” He said almost sweetly,

“You may now kiss the bride!” The priest exclaimed merrily. Oh fuck, I forgot about this. And yup his lips were crushing into mine, I reacted automatically as the crowd of semi-familiar people cheered. We finished our ‘kiss’ and walked back down the aisle together.

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The wedding procession afterwards was boring, people I didn’t even know came up to us congratulating us on our marriage. Oliver insisted on being close to me the whole time, constantly touching me, holding my hand. At this point I was just like fuck it. And I knew it would get so much worse in a few hours when we would head to the bahamas, oh God, the plane ride.

He kept giving me this look like he won a prize at the fair, and look that I didn’t like, as if he knew he was going to have his way with me which pissed me off even more.
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OLI’S POV

I usually only like weddings because of the booze, and the single girls desperate for some man to want to be their groom, great for sex. But I liked this wedding purely because of who I was sitting with. I couldn’t get over how elegant she looked, hah I’m using big words. I wanted to rip that white dress into shreds and pry whatever else was underneath with me teeth and finally have my way. And I would.
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After the annoy task of security we boarded the plane, first class, hell yeah time to get some booze. Mel was wearing a cut off shirt with half lace leggings that I couldn’t help but stare at, they were so paper thin and hugged her long legs and perfect ass. Did she know that wearing those kinds of close doesn’t help me be a gentlemen which I was aiming for, I mean she can’t be any different then other women, falling for sweet compliments, ‘respect’, bullshit things like that, I just needed to reel her in before I snapped the trap.

The plane reached the proper altitude for electronics and Mel was already asleep with her earbuds in and to maximum volume. She looked really uncomfortable so I used my charm and shifted her head onto my lap and covered her in a blanket as I drank my 3rd scotch finally reaching a little buzz. I decided to close my eyes and sleep, dreaming about the activities that would happen.
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The plane shook as it settled to the ground, the flight attendants annoying voice announced that we had now arrived in Bermuda and it was 7:20 in the morning. I looked down to see Melanie’s bright green eyes opening and realizing where she was.

“How the hell did I get on your lap?” She mumbled re--adjusting herself to her own seat.

“I put you there, you didn’t look comfortable.” I smirked.

“Thanks, pratt” she mumbled, packing up and standing up ready to leave. I followed her actions and we went through the irritating process of getting our bags and getting into a car and the finally arriving to our hotel, Melanie was silent the whole time, and I couldn’t help but stare and her. Her sparkling belly button piercing was making me want to take her clothes off. As usual.

The hotel was awesome looking and right on the beach, the sun was shining and beating down on us.

“Fuck its hot” She mentioned, first words she’d said since the plane.

We checked in and took the elevator up to the room. I slide the key into the slot and let her go in first. It was a pretty nice room, and in the door to the right was the bedroom and in the middle of that room there was a california king covered in fluffy white bed sheets covered in rose petals and chocolate. I let out a chuckle and Melanie glared at me. She put her suitcase on the side and took of her clothes, right in front of me, like literally. She grabbed a few things out of her suitcase and walked into the bathroom, but before closing the door she winked at me. What the hell was this women doing to me?