Austin’s P.O.V

“We’re here.” I grumbled as we pulled into the warehouse at the edge of town. I parked my car at the far end of the lot, the other cars following suit, I cast a glance at Tom, who held the briefcase to his chest, and a nervous frown on his face. I let my eyes wander to Matt, who had a hand on his boyfriends shoulder and wore a tired yet determined look. Oli’s face matched that of his brothers, he glanced at me and sent a small smile, I nodded my head; before filing out of the car, the guys followed my lead, and double checked to see that their weapons were in reach. I popped my trunk, grabbing the AR-15, and tossing the other to Tino; after a small redirect we approached the building, Tino and I scoping the area, with no one in sight, I told Tom to open the door, which he did with a sigh; as we pushed our way inside, we stayed in the order I had demanded.


The walls in the hallways were close together, causing us to have to squeeze closer, I could feel the tension, it was so thick in the air that you could cut it with a knife. As we got farther down the dimly lit hall, two figures came into view, I motioned for the group to stay still, and for Tom to follow me; he gulped and tightened his grip on the briefcase, I shot Oli and Matt a smile as we walked forward.

“Identify yourselves!” a deep voice called, as we got closer I noted that they were carrying the same weapon as I, so I made sure to lower mine enough to where I could make eye contact with them properly,

“We are here to pay a debt,” I stated in a matter of fact tone,

“To whom?” the second voice replied, I nodded at Tom.

“Jona Weinhofen.” he replied shakily, the two men grunted.

“So your Tom Sykes, and these people are?” The first man who spoke asked,

“None of your business, were just here to drop the cash. Where is Jona?” I retorted, I heard someone clear there throat, and I looked up to see a new man standing before us. Tom inhaled harshly at the sight of him, The mans reddish blonde hair was astray in different directions, his pale eyes boring holes into Tom’s skin, which clearly made the youngest Sykes brother nervous.

“So your actually here on time, Tommy. Where’s my money?” he smirked as the words flew from his lips, Tom slid the brief case to him, and watched intently as the man opened it, before motioning for his guards.

“Count it.” He demanded, the goons did as they were told, and we waited for them to be finished. After they had confirmed that it was accurate, Jona grinned at Tom.

“Guess your not completely stupid, Tom.” The blonde laughed, as he lifted the suitcase, before motioning in the direction in which we had come,

“Leave. I don’t want to see your faces anymore.” Jona said it in a smart ass way, which made my blood boil slightly, he turned on his heel and started to walk away, Tom laid a hand on my shoulder and nodded in the direction of the exit; I snapped out of my revere and pursed my lips.

The rest of the guys filed forward and lined up in a the way I had told them too, Tino took the front and began scoping out the hallway, muttering a “Clear.” I nodded, and waited for the guys to follow the drummer, My eyes never leaving the two goons who still stood in the same places. After everyone had moved forward I began to back up, keeping my eyes on them until I heard the guys reach the exit; we pushed our way outside, all sighing a bit in relief.

“No time to chat here, lets go to mine.” I said over there shaky breathing, everyone agreed, and filed back in their respectable cars. As we got to the car, Tom crawled in the back with Matt, and Oli took the seat beside me, I grabbed my boyfriends hand as we pulled out of the parking lot.


“You all did great, I know that was scary but you did perfect. I’m proud of you guys,” I stated proudly, I had imagined at least one of them to freak out honestly.

“Let’s just never do it again.” Tom giggled, it sounded like he was just as relieved as I am, Matt laughed with him, “Damn Straight!” he added, I chuckled myself and glanced at Oli, he was staring out his window, a blank expression on his face; I reluctantly turned my eyes back to the road, squeezing his hand tighter, he didn’t squeeze back.

-&-

“Oli, can we talk for a moment?” I asked him from my seat at the dinner table, the guys and I all cooked food for everyone, and we were sitting around the large mahogany table. We had to practice for the show tomorrow, and I had to gather my courage as tomorrow as the big day I was going to propose, yikes! The table got a bit silent as he nodded his head, pushing away his still full plate, he followed me quietly to what was now our room, and sat on the bed.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked nonchalantly, I stared at him awkwardly.

“That’s what I was going to ask you actually…” I replied, taking a seat next to him, and wrapping my arm around his shoulders, he eventually leaned his head on my shoulder, and wrapped his arms around my waist, he didn’t say anything which was starting to get me worried.

“Oli…please tell me what’s wrong?” I pleaded with him, he just hugged onto me tighter.

“I…I-I don’t know.” He admitted, I felt my heart sink. “I don’t know what’s wrong Austin…how am I supposed to feel? I don’t know, I just feel…numb.”

I clung to him tighter, planting kisses on his forehead, “Oli, I know this has all been so hard on you, believe me; if I could change all this and make you happier I would, you deserve it…but I have a feeling things are going to get better…very soon, baby.” He glanced up at me, a small smile on his lips, before closing the distance and planting a small yet passionate kiss on my lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine,

“I love you.” He whispered softly, I broke into a full blown grin.

“And I love you!” I replied cheerfully, before playfully pushing him off of me, making him fall back on the bed, I stood up quickly, and reached down for him, lifting him up and carrying him bridal style. Oh the irony!

“Put me down!” he chided, laughing as I declined and carried him out of the room, and down the stairs. I could hear the guys cutting up in the other room, and as we entered all eyes fell on us, Oli was trying to wiggle his way out of my grasp, but my grip on him was firm.

“I found our next meal!” I hollered, raising him up a few inches for emphasis, the guys laughed, while Oli pouted and playful slugged me in the face.

“OWWWW!” I cried out in mock pain, before placing his feet on the ground and letting him stand at long last, he poked his tongue out at me, and I just licked my lips in response; making him blush furiously. What can I say? I had that affect on him!

The rest of the night went by quickly, and as practice wound down, I sent Tom a text,

To: Tom :P

PLEASE DISTRACT OLI IN THE STUDIO FOR A BIT, SO I CAN PLAN EVERYTHING OUT WITH THE REST OF THE GUYS :D

He sent me back and “Okay (:” and I grinned, watching as the rest of bring me filed into the dining room,

“So guys…I need your help.” I whispered quietly, they all nodded, wiping sweat from their foreheads, and brushing back stray pieces of hair.

“So….Uhm I know some of you or all of you may know…but I plan on…purposing tomorrow.” They all nodded again, though I did notice Jordan, Lee and Vegan all had confused stares, guess they were the only ones who didn’t know. Oops?

“I want it to be a surprise, so... I want to crash your set.” I said with a smile on my face, they just looked at me with curious faces,

“Well I wrote a music part for this song…Oli wrote the lyrics and sung them to me a long time ago…and I was wondering if at the end of your set, instead of going off stage you could play it…and id come out and sing it to him, yeah sing, not scream, heh. Then propose to him…”

“that’s all fine and dandy but how hard are the parts?” Jordan asked out of curiosity,

“Not hard at all, I was hoping we could practice when Oli is asleep tonight, since the studio is sound proof. I even made a really freaking cheesy slideshow last week, with pictures of Him and I…I just want it to be perfect.”

They all smiled, “No problem, mate! We’ll do it for you. Oli better say yes!” Matt whisper screamed, I chuckled nervously, boy I hope he says yes.

-&-


Eyes like a car crash
I know I shouldn't look but I can't turn away.
Body like a whiplash,
Salt my wounds but I can't heal the way
I feel about you.


I sang, Jordan shook his head, telling me to take the notes up just a bit higher, I nodded and did as told, earning a thumbs up. Oli had passed out at about midnight, and demanded to know why I had to go practice more, and couldn’t stay In bed with him, as tempting as that was…this was more important to me, and hopefully would be to him.

We went over the words and music for what seemed like forever before trying it all together, and I must say it worked beautifully, the guys all looked satisfied as well. I ushered them off to bed, before hopping on the desktop and working on the video I made of Oli and I, there was a lot of pictures on there, most taken by photographers from when we toured together, but I had been snapping pictures for awhile, without his knowing of course, him asleep on my chest, him and I in the car, etc, etc. I felt excitement bubble in me as I finally finished editing it up, and tried my best to make it flow with the song we had rehearsed.

I checked twitter and instagram, before deciding on posting a status,

LA! We play Tomorrow at 6! & SOMETHING BIG is happening there, don’t miss out ;D come see the lads @bmthofficial @OMandM !

After closing the app, I sighed and set my phone on the desk, thoughts of today racing through my head. That had been way TOO easy, and as much as i tried to ignore the bad feeling I was getting, I couldn't. After standing up, exhaustion flooded through me, I quietly exited the studio, studying the clock on the living room wall that read 4:03 am, shit, I need to get to bed. I rushed up the stairs as quietly as possible, trying to avoid all the guys who were sleeping on air mattresses, after making my way upstairs, I entered my room. Oli was still sound asleep, a peaceful smile on his face, I smiled back at the man who I hoped tomorrow would be my fiancé, before slipping my shirt and pants off, and crawling in bed next to him. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my side, I held him as close as possible, as a reality of what I was doing tomorrow set in. I planted a kiss on his forehead, and let one thought race in my mind,

Oliver Scott Sykes, I hope you say yes.

Notes

Well that was way to easy...wasnt it?
But that was supposed to be the end...right?

And austin is finally asking Oli to marry him <3
what do you think he will say? :P

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