Oli's P.O.V

"Tom, Matt! Can you guys sit with Austin, I have to go grab some things at the store!" I called up the stairs, we had decided against putting Austin, and I's bed to the living room, instead we re-arranged the huge studio into our new room, putting our stereo, bed, and tv in there. It worked out well actually, Austin didn't seem to mind it either. I had been watching him like a hawk the past week, he has been trying so hard to run away from his problems, but I have to make him realize it doesn't work that way. He taught me that, but I guess he still has to practice what he so adamantly preached. After several moments I began making obnoxious noises, finally rousing my brother and best friend out of their room,

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" Matt grumpily screamed, rubbing his eyes and yawning, Tom giggled and punched him in his bare side, he yelped.

"Fuck you both, Sykes'." he grunted, giving my brother a sharp glare, Tom laughed, pulling the clearly agitated Matt into his arms, Matt pushed out of his grasp, I cleared my throat. Matt's being awfully cuddly, yeah?

"Can you all come sit with Austin? I need to go to the store and get his medicine and a few other things," I pursed my lips, they both lazily nodded, going back to their room and emerging a few moments later, dressed.

"Thank you," I whispered as they made their way down the stairs.

"No problem, Olober, I know this is all hard on and you probably need a bit of a break too." Tom patted my shoulder, I reluctantly nodded. I didn't mind sitting with Austin, but he never wanted to leave the house, he claimed he was just too tired; but I feel like he was almost...embarrassed to be seen this way. He was having a hard time dealing with the fact I had to pretty much do everything for him, bathe him, get him dressed, and even for the first few days, help him use the toilet. That was something I think was better left unspoken, neither of us liked that fact; but it was him, and he would do it for me.Well Now, he was getting around better, the doctor called and told us to start working on his exercises to help him regain mobility, he was constantly doing some sort of therapy, I knew he desperately wanted to get out of that thing.

"Yeah, well I will see you later, lads. Take care of him for me," I chided, grabbing Austin's keys, and slipping on my vans. I quickly made my way to the car, setting up my GPS, before heading to my real destination. I wasn't going to the store, no, I had a surprise. I made my way to the small tattoo parlor, parking in the lot. I clicked the camera feature on my phone, flipping on my face before hitting record.

"Hello, It's Oliver, I wanted to update you all on what's been going on. Austin has been doing much better, being as stubborn as ever though," I chuckled, "He's been doing therapy, trying to get his body stronger so he can start moving around, then hopefully, relearn to walk. Other than that, he's same ole Austin, stubborn, stubborn, Austin." I smiled, "Any who, I'm about to go in this little shop," I flipped the camera around showing off the small building, before clicking it back on me, "To get a little something for him, I'll try to film his reaction later, I don't know if he will even notice unless I point it out, but, nonetheless, I'll do my best to show you all. Bye bye for now!" I blew a kiss, holding up two fingers in a peace sign before clicking stop, and locking my phone. I wasn't going to post it yet, I knew he would find out that way, so after I showed him would have to suffice.

I slid out of the car, locking it and entering the small shop, "Hello, Welcome to A Touch Of Ink, What can I do for...Oli?" I blinked a few times as the woman turned around, familiar brown eyes, black bob hair cut,

"Hannah?" I asked questioningly, she nodded,

"Yeppers! How are you doing, sweetie?" she dropped her clip board, and paraded from around the desk, before hugging me, I reluctantly hugged her back.

"Uh, I'm okay." I whispered, she pulled her self back, looking me over,

"And Austin?" she tilted her head, brushing something off of my shirt, god, she was a bit odd, yeah?

"He's doing alright," I answered,

"Well good! I'm glad to hear it, oh, I forgot!" she slapped her forehead, okay, she was really animated. What a weird woman, "What did you need done, darling?"

"I want to get a tattoo for Austin, but I don't exactly know what to get yet..." I admitted, following her when she motioned for me to come in the back,

"Well we will figure it out, this is my booth here, so make yourself cozy!" she pulled a chair out for herself, and motioned me to sit on the other,

"Your a tattoo artist?" I questioned, she nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, sure am! Now, do you have anything in mind, and where are you trying to put this? You don't have much room." She flipped open a pad of tracing paper, eying me.

"Uh well I don't know, and I want it some where visible, but that hard to do when I'm already covered." I laughed, pushing the hair out of my face slightly, pursing my lips. Where could I get something?

"Well I do have room on my legs, so I can get a decent sized piece there, and on the side of my hand, I can get his name?" I suggested, Hannah smiled

"Awesome, lets get the one on your hand done first! You want it like the one that says Tom?" I nodded, as she poured some ink into a small container, dipping the gun in it, then water, before slipping gloves on.

"I'll freehand that one." she beamed, grabbing my left hand, and laying it on a small table, she applied gel to my skin, before applying more ink to the needle, and pushing it in my skin.

"By the way, how are you at cover ups?" I asked quietly, watching her work.

"Pretty good, why?" she scrunched her nose up, as she finished the second letter.

"I have a dumb tattoo that I'd like to cover with this piece for him."

"What is it?" she asked laughing slightly, going back to work on my hand.

"A penis and a pile of shit." I admitted with a laugh, she returned it.

"Hey I was drunk!" I retorted, she only hummed in response. What can I say? I was drunk, 18 and stupid!

"Done!" she stated proudly, I glanced at it,

"Looks amazing Hannah, I love it." I gave her the brightest smile I could,

"Awh I'm glad, Oli! Now lets design your leg tattoo..."


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"Bye Han! Thanks again!" I waved back at her, before heading out to the car, I checked my phone, 28 missed calls, shit. I hastily unlocked it and made my way home. It was 6:03 pm, I left at about 11 am this morning, I grunted, hitting call on Matt's number,

"GOD DAMMIT OLI WHERE ARE YOU?!" he shouted, making my ears feel like they were going to bleed,

"Sorry I had a lot to do, be there soon, I'm really sorry." he grunted.

"Austin and Tom have been worried sick, Sykes. I hope whatever you were doing was worth it, seriously."

"Matteh, I am really sorry. I just had to go do something, I will be home soon." I ended the call with a sigh, I really should have come up with a better excuse, but I honestly wasn't expecting it to take so long, and I actually found good company in Hannah. She listened to my rants about the troubles I had been having, and offered great advice, It was nice to talk to someone who was a stranger.

As I pulled up to the house, I clicked on the camera app, before locking my phone, don't wanna record getting bitched at. I exited the car, locking it and stepping inside the house, Matt, and Tom stood a few feet away from the door, looking agitated, Austin was sitting in between them, looking absolutely furious.

"Where the fuck have you been?" My fiance snapped, I frowned, shutting the door and locking it.

"Sorry I had something to do..." I muttered back, sheepishly looking at the three men.

"Like what? Something so important you couldn't answer the damn tele?" Tom seethed, yikes! I had really pissed them off, I took my phone out and hit record.

"Why are you filming this? We need to talk!" Austin bellowed, throwing his hands up in anger.

"My hand hurts, can you look at it?" I asked with a smirk,

"What did you do?" was his immediate response, panic evident on his features. I chuckled, "Just look, okay?" I stepped closer, holding it out to him, palm down.

"I don't see anything wrong..." he answered,

"Well look again." He studied it, flipping my hand over, before sideways, finally, he spotted it.

"You got my name tattooed on you?" he asked in awe, but it turned to confusion.

"That's really fucking sweet...but...Still doesn't explain why you were gone for so long, did you do something..." his face fell to a frown, I shook my head.

"That's not all." I giggled, using my other hand to unbutton my jeans, and pull them down a bit.

"WOAH! We're right here Oli!" my brother inclined, covering his eyes.

"Belt up, I'm not going to that! I have another thing to show him," they laughed, yeah that could have came out a lot better than it did. I slid my pants down, before pulling my boxers up a bit as well, Austin gasped, Looking at the new art piece on my skin, Tom and Matt came over to have a look as well. It was beautiful, I must admit, It was a river, the river which Austin and I had both been driven too on more than one occasion, a constant reminder that we still had a lot of inner demons to fight. On my leg was the river, the rock wall, and Him and I, standing hand in hand at the edge of it. The river had a reflection of a destroyed city, the surrounding trees were burning down and collapsing, but our silhouettes stood out clearly, how Hannah put so much detail in this was beyond me. Above the scene on my skin was a simple quote, "This World Is Not My Home..." and under it all it said, "I'm Just Passing Through." and our initials were printed on both sides of it.

"Oh my god...Oli...It's...perfect, It's beautiful..." Austin's jaw hung open, and I bent my phone down a bit more to capture that, he smiled at the camera, before looking up to me, a tear flew down his cheek.

"I thought I would do a little something for you, I'm glad you like it." I smiled, leaning down and grabbing his chin with my free hand, planting a small kiss on his lips.

"Okay, I guess that was worth the worry. Oli, that's so sweet!" Tom cooed, earning a grunt from Matt who stalked off. I clicked end on the recording, "What's his problem?" I muttered, pulling my jeans back up, and pulling Austin's face so it laid on my stomach, he wrapped his arms around me contently.

"We fought last night, and he's been this way since you woke him, I don't know what his issue is." Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Try talking to him?" I suggested, he merely nodded. Walking off in search of the drummer, I turned my attention back to Austin, letting go of him and kneeling down so we were eye level with another.

"So...you like em?" I asked hesitantly, he grinned.

"I love it! I can't believe you would do that for me, Ols." the tired look in his eyes faded away to nothing but pure bliss, his smile wasn't forced this time, instead it was genuinely bright. It had been quite some time since I had seen him like this, I was thankful that doing something like this was able to put a true smile on his face.

"Well I'm glad, Hannah did em actually, I didn't know she was an artist; but then I walked in a shop and she was there." I laughed a bit,

"Yeah, she did some of mine, she's fantastic. Such a sweet girl too," he commented,

"Yeah she is, but anyways, I wanted to get one to show off proudly, and then one with a huge symbolic meaning for us, sorry I scared you by not calling, I was to distracted by this." I motioned at my leg, he chuckled,

"No biggie, just call next time, love." he winked, before reaching forward and pulling me in his lap, I shrieked, laughter making its way out of my throat. I curled up as best as I could, as he pushed us into the living room, where Harry Potter was playing on the flat screen, I leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you, Austin." I whispered in his ear, his lips twitched up in response.

"I love you too, baby Thanks for getting those for me, your the best, really."

We sat in a comfortable silence, well besides the noise of the movie playing, and the sound of Matt and Tom arguing, jeesh, those two need couples therapy! I relaxed as Austin stroked my hair, his eyes were set ahead watching the film; before a goofy smile decorated his face. I laughed, "What?" I asked, leaning up a bit so I could study his face.

"Just thinking, whenever I get out of this chair, we're getting married, as soon as it happens and everything. I mean...If that's okay with you..." he trailed off,

"Sounds great to me." I replied, kissing his nose, he sighed contently.

"Oli...we have a problem." He stated quietly, I pulled back again to look at him.

"and what would that be?" I inquired, watching him bite his lip, before smirking.

"Who is taking who's last name or what not?"

I chuckled, sometimes, he could really have a one track mind; but honestly, marriage talk, was something I could get used too.Hmm, Oliver Scott Carlile? Austin Robert Sykes? Oliver Scott Sykes-Carlile? Carlile-Sykes? Fuck, we really do have a problem.

Notes

Have a fluffy fucking chapter, cause I think I killed a lot of people with the feels this story has dished out. I really need to take all the chapters from Dont say I'm better off dead, and this to see how long this story has gotten, I'd say 80,000 words or so :O if someone does it for me, I would love you for fucking ever, but I can do it myself just as well. Lol,

I have a poll to take as well, this installment, will probably be wrapping up in another 3-4 chapters, yikes! I am having a horrible time deciding what to do once it does end...this story has become a huge part of my routine, so its just odd to think about life without it...

so my question is...WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE AFTER THIS INSTALLMENT?
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