You Kill Me In a Good Way.

"Yeh not goin out?" Matt asked Oli like he didn't believe him.

"Nah. I need a night off."

"Ok..." he said his eyes narrowing together as if this was a mystery he would solve.

The guys hung around until 7:30 which is when they left to go get ready to go out and as Jona said, can't find a willin bird if yeh aren't clean. Yes, he really did say that...I swear I should disown a few of them.

"Yeh hangin out wif Oli tonight?" Matty asked as he came back into the living room from getting ready around 8:30.

I shrugged keeping my eyes on the screen, "wasn't planning on it."

"I think he is."

"Well he thinks about a lot but that means nothing."

"Juss shag in ya own bed."

"Matt!"

He laughed, "juss kiddin. I hope. See yeh lata yank. Come lock tha door."

"Yeah, yeah. Go." I said waving him off.

After about 30 minutes of doing nothing but flipping through channels I heard the door open and looked over to see Oli walk in.

I groaned, "Dude did you forget how to knock?"

"Did yeh forget how ta lock the door?" He asked sitting beside me.

"Fair enough..." I mumbled.

"Why are you here?" I asked looking over at him.

"Why not?"

"Wouldn't you rather be out?"

"No. I'd ratha be wif yeh." He said bluntly and my cheeks reddened as I stared blankly at the tv.

He chuckled and placed his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"I missed yeh." He whispered kissing the spot below my ear as he held me to him tightly.

My breathing picked up speed as his fingers brushed my side softly and he placed soft kisses down my neck. I'm pretty sure it should be considered rape when you knew you shouldn't do this but you couldn't stop it...right?

His fingers touched my chin and he turned me enough so his lips would touch mine.

"Oliver..." I tried to say but I was cut off by his lips as he pulled me up from the couch.

"Lo..." he whispered his hand moving up my back as he took a moment to look at me.

"Are you trying to get me back?" I asked narrowng my eyes at him.

"For what?"

"For me leaving you the other morning."

He stifled a laugh, "although I should, no love, I wouldn't do that."

"I don't believe you."

He laughed, "Believe it." He said picking me up and carrying me to my room where he laid me onto the bed gently.

"I swear, I wouldn't dream of leavin' yeh baby." He whispered his hand tangling into my hair as he kissed up my jaw.

...And sadly that was all it took.

The next thing I knew I was waking up due to the sun that decided to shine in through my window. Of course it would be a bright day when I wished it wasn't. I closed my eyes quickly and forgot someone was even with me until an arm wrapped around me and I remembered Oli.

"Be a doll and go close those curtains." He said in a sexy, rough voice due to him just waking up.

"No. You're just as capable."

"Mhm true. But I wouldn't mind watchin yeh go do that." He said chuckling into my shoulder.

"Perv."

"Very much so my love." He said placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder blade.

"Baby, please?" He asked with that cute pout I hated.

I glared at him before getting out of bed with a sigh and he smiled victoriously as I went and closed the curtains causing the room to go pitch black.

"Yeh tha best my love." He said once I got back into my warm bed and his arms found me instantly.

"By the way, I usually am too busy takin them off ta notice but yeh propa fit in these." He said placing his hand on the top of my boy shorts.

"Shut up." I mumbled into his chest and he laughed, "then again I fink yeh absolutely beautiful no matta what."

I looked up at him and he grinned as he brushed my cheek, "give meh a kiss." He said softly and I leaned down and kissed him.

I cuddled up to him and sighed. I was being a stupid girl. Cuddling and acting like this was something more than sex when I'm sure it wasn't for him anyways.

And what made it worse was that although he's loud, annoying, and arrogant. I was completely falling in love with him. I closed my eyes as I pressed my face into his neck.

"What yeh finkin bout?" He asked, his fingers grazing over my arm.

"You."

"Me? Why yeh finkin bout meh?" He asked softly.

"Cause you're here."

He chuckled, "where else would I beh?"

"I don't know..."

"I can't fink of any where else Id ratha be then here wif yeh." He whispered kissing my cheek.

I bit my lip trying to stop the tears I felt filling my eyes. I swear being around this boy has turned me into an emotional mess.

I sniffled and he pulled back to look at me, "what's wrong?" He asked concern filling his dark eyes.

"We've got to stop doing this. This is just wrong." I said.

"What? Why? I'm not sleepin wif anyone else. Are yeh?"

"Um no."

"Then what's tha problem?"

"You don't get it." I said sighing as I laid back onto my own pillow.

"Then explain Lo..."

"This can't happen again Oliver."

"Why?"

"Only you would think it was ok." I said laughing painfully.

He frowned, "what do yeh mean?"

"I mean I don't sleep with people I'm not in a relationship with."

"Then be in a relationship wif meh."

"So we can have sex?"

"Well I mean, yeh regrettin every time we sleep togetha isn't pleasant I must say, but besides that, no. I want yeh ta be my girlfriend cause I meant what I said." He said fidgeting with my fingers as he stared at them instead of me.

"What did you say?"

"That i...that um...fuck. that I love yeh, Logan." He fumbled at a whisper.

"I love yeh." He repeated, moving his eyes to mine.

"Which I know is hard to believe since yeh drive meh mental! But, I do Lo. I love everyfing bout yeh. How yeh hand fits in mine perfectly, how yeh hair smells, how you giggle when yeh happy, how yeh listen ta meh even when I'm drunk. Everyfing Lo. Juss everyfing bout yeh has made me fall madly in love wif yeh."

"And I know we fight all tha bloody time but it's juss cause I don't like talkin bout this shit. I hate emotional crap...but I don't wanna lose yeh or have yeh fink yeh juss anotha girl ta meh cause yeh not Logan. Yeh not..." he said his brown eyes holding a stern look.

I leaned up and kissed his lips causing his serious face to grow soft again.

"I love you too." I whispered and he smiled, "yeah?"

"Stupidly, yeah."

"Not stupid." He mumbled kissing me sweetly.

"Fuck. So this is what it feels like?"

"What, what feels like?"

"Love. It fuckin' sucks..." he mumbled and I laughed, "how so?"

"Why the fuck does that constant nausea feelin neva go away?!"

"Have you never been in love?"

"I don't fink so." He said rubbing his neck uncomfortably, "Now I know why..."

"So you wanna take it back why you have the chance?" I asked with a grin.

He smiled, "No. Cause that feelin will still be there I juss wouldn't have yeh." He said proping himself on his elbow and placing his head on his hand so he could stare down at me.

"So you want me?"

He smiled, "I have yeh."

"Sounding really cocky Mr. Sykes."

He chuckled, "I mean if yeh will have meh my love..."

"No more fighting?"

"What's left to fight about? We have each otha. Although I can feel a bit of a fight startin if yeh keep wearin half tha shit yeh do..."

"What does that mean?!"

"Meanin if yeh wear those shorts again that yeh did yestaday we will have some propa big issues!"

"Why??"

"Cause I couldn't stop starin at yeh legs! And if I couldn't no tellin what otha bloke was checkin yeh out and I will punch someone wifout a second thought."

"Oliver!" I said giggling causing him to grin, "juss throwin that out there. Oh, and yeh can't be friendly wif all the guys like yeh are. Drives me mad as it is."

"Oh my gosh any other rules?"

"I'll get back ta yeh on that." He said smiling and I rolled my eyes before he pressed his lips to mine.

Who knew after all the fighting, arguements, etc. we would be right here telling each other we love each other?

Funny how things work out, even funnier how it was exactly what I wanted.

Oliver Sykes was exactly what I wanted.

Now, that was something I never thought I would say.