*No Warning* (Finale)
Austin Carlile/Oliver Sykes/(Y/N) Fan Fiction (Requested)
Inspired By: Purified, Of Mice & Men
(A/N): Picture does not apply because it’s fucking hard to find pictures for these damn things. Anyways, Oliver’s a sexy beast.
I felt like two months, as short as it is, would feel like two years. The year I shared over the web with Austin seemed fast. I remember everything so vividly. I desired badly to move to the states, but on my salary alone, I cannot afford it. I don’t think Oliver would help me because he doesn’t want to live with Hannah yet even though they’re engaged. I sure as hell am not asking my boyfriend to get me a place either and I’m too nervous to ask to move in with him. All I know is that I’m in a major predicament.
“Why do you keep moving? It’s annoying.” Oliver grouched as we tried to watch our evening shows. I was continuously tapping my legs up and down.
“Sorry.” I paused but had the major urge to start again.
“What’s your deal?” Oliver angrily adjusted in his seat, his face glowing from the dim lamp light and the static of the television.
“Austin hasn’t called yet.” I mumbled.
“So, the night’s still young. He’s probably doing something important…like sleeping.” He pointed out.
“But Russia isn’t that far away. He should be calling like he always does.” I panicked.
“(Y/N), calm down. He probably doesn’t realize the time. Time schedules fuck all of us up.” Oliver rested a hand on my thigh. I looked up at him gently.
“I’m sorry, Oli.” I sighed, relaxing, my body slumping over in the chair. “I really miss Austin already. I don’t know what it is.”
“Jesus, I shouldn’t’ve invited them over.” Oli rolled his eyes.
“Oh my God, where would I even be?!” The panic rose again. I would be lost, bored, and stuck in a daily routine!
“(Y/N)! Stop!” Oli yelled, his brow severely furrowed.
“Sorry.” I shriveled up in my chair, knees to my chest. I gave him a sad look.
“No, I’m sorry.” Oliver sighed, pushing my knees down and scooting closer to me. “Come here, I’ll help you relax.” He always knew how to cheer me up.
“I don’t know about this.” I mumbled, staring at the screen and feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed.
“What’d ya’ mean?” He looked down at me, his face sunken back as I was right under his neck.
“You might do something.” I squinted my eyes and sat up.
“Like what?” He asked me, face unchanging.
“I don’t know…you know!” I complained.
I almost was unable to finish my sentence as Oliver’s lips smashed into mine violently. I was taken aback. He groaned needily as my fist pounded helplessly on his chest. I was grunting, trying to tell him to get off. His mouth was warm and tasted vegan.
“Like that?” Oliver gave me a smug look as he leaned back away from me, relaxing.
“You’re so fucking proud of yourself.” I stood up. “That’s it, Sykes!”
“What?!” Oli sat up, worried. “Don’t be sour!”
“Oh, I’m going to be fucking sour!” I yelled. “I’m calling Austin now and moving to the states! You’re on your own!”
“(Y/N), please, don’t!” He plead, following me as I stormed to my room and started throwing things in an open suitcase I hid under my bed.
“This is what I wanted to begin with, Oli. You and Hannah are getting married. It’s time you move with her. I’ll give you two months.” I mumbled.
“Two months?” He shouted at me as I held my ringing phone with my shoulder.
“Fine.” Oliver gave in and walked away.
“Hello?” Austin’s groggy voice was heard.
“Hey!” I said pleasantly. “Can I move in with you to the states?”
“Sure, but can I ask why all the sudden?” Austin giggled happily.
“Oliver and I are fighting.” I mentioned quietly.
“Say no more. I’ll have you outta’ there in two months, baby.” Austin assured me.
“Great.” I smiled wide and hung up.
*Two Months Later*
The two months unexpectedly went fast. I was waiting in an airport, Oliver and Hannah sadly by my side. Austin was holding me tight as I clung to his body.
“I guess this is goodbye for a while.” Hannah smiled gently. I nodded, hugging her. We became best friends over time.
“Oliver.” I said plainly. “Come here.”
“What? So you can slap me?” He grouched, staring at the ground.
“No, so I can hug you.” I whispered happily. He walked towards me in a sweet embrace, I kissed his cheek as we parted.
“Now as the plane is being boarded…I have one more thing to add.” Austin smiled down at me. I gave him a confused look.
“Oh shit.” Oliver covered his mouth from laughter. Hannah was biting her lip.
“(Y/F/N).” Austin got down on one knee, still tall. “Will you marry me?” A ring without a box came out of his back pocket.
I nodded severely as tears poured out and covered my face. My hand flew to my mouth as my left had a bright, diamond ring on it.
“I love you.” Austin’s breathing was out of order.
“I love you, too.” I whimpered, voice shaking. Not only was I headed to the states…I was Austin Carlile’s fiancée.