Why Would He Believe in Me?

His hand ran up my back and entangled itself into my hair. He held my head firmly to his, so I couldn’t brake away. His lips molded themselves against mine as the kiss deepened. I ran my fingers through his dark brown, almost black hair. When he broke away from the kiss, he continued to hold me closely to his chest. I could feel his heart pattering, I hoped he couldn’t feel mine and it’s double speed.
We danced and drank, arms around each other, hugging, hand and hand. We just stayed close the whole time. I should of known what I was doing was wrong but the alcohol had messed with my thinking. No excuse I know..

“Im tired now.” I announced to Oli happily. “I really must go to bed”.

“Okay then, me too” He grinned cheekily.

“Your tired too?”

“No, but I must ‘go to bed’”.

I honestly didn’t realise what he meant. I followed him upstairs in a haze of lights, music and alcohol. I was getting a bit of a headache. Everything was spinning. I tried to get my pajama’s and change. Oliver offered to help me but I couldn’t change. Then he started kissing me again. We fell onto the bed. I ad butterflies trying to break free out of my stomach. I had been wondering what this would be like ever since I first met him.
I was on top of him, his hands were wandering but I could hardly tell what was going on. I was excited, but then I started to feel ill. My stomach was no longer doing summersaults, I just felt like a was gonna hurl. I didn’t want this to happen like this. I wasn’t sure about this, and I should be. I feel my eyes well up a bit. Why am I getting so upset? Oliver fucking Sykes? And me?

Then the door opens. I look up. It’s Tom!

I jump up but he screams a few obscenities and leaves, slamming the door. I fling it open and run after him. Im only half dressed and I cant see properly. My legs are shaking and suddenly cant hold me weight.

“Tom?!” My voice is wobbly and I can feel myself sway.

“Phoenixx it’s aright!” Oli calls, grabbing me before a fall down the stairs and black-out.