If Heaven were on Earth

Nikki's POV:

I fell out of Oli's arms.

I gaped up at him, confused at why I was in his arms, when I could've sworn moments ago, it was Andy comforting me. "Where's Andy?" I ask, confused.

Oli frowns, "don't you remember? You called me."

I nod, still on the ground, "yeah, but I thought you said Andy was coming too. Plus wasn't he just here?"

Oli's expression darkens and he helps me to my feet, "Nikki, I think you hit your head harder than you thought. Andy was never here. I think I should take you back to the hospital, or-"

I cut him off, "wait, then did you pick me up? Did you kiss me?"

"What? I carried you because your leg was hurt, and you kept on saying that you couldn't move," he explains, guiding me inside his house. Luckily, its late at night so I don't have to worry about his parents suddenly waking up.

Oli makes me lie down on his bed before grabbing me some ice and calling Andy. I know I should miss Andy, and be somewhat concerned that it was Oli who saved me, again, but I can't help but feel grateful for him helping me. He has really become a lot nicer, and Andy, well, I don't know hat to think about him right now, it hurts my head too much.

"How's your head?" Oli asks, sitting beside me.

I shrug, "hurts like hell, but the doctor said it wasn't anything major."

He smiles softly, "your parents are something else?"

I sigh nod nod, removing the ice pack from my head, "you could say that."

Oli chuckles but intercepts my hands and puts the ice back on my head, our hands brushing against one another. I blush despite myself and he licks his lips nervously, "I'm sorry they treat you so terribly. You don't deserve it."

I remain silent, thinking the complete opposite. I do deserve every punch, kick and tug they do to me, I deserve every scar and cut on my body.

"Im sorry," he says after a while.

"What?" I ask, startled.

He sighs. "I'm sorry for being such an asshole to you. You didn't deserve it."

I smile softly at him, "it's okay Oli, it's in the past."

He shakes his head, "it was still wrong. And fucking Andy was pulled such a dick move today, ditching you," he scowls.

"He didn't mean it. I think. But it doesn't matter, I'm used to it," i whisper, blinking back tears.

"You shouldn't though," he breathes, leaning in.

I gasp a little and look towards his lips, which are nearing mine. I close my eyes just as our lips meet.

Notes

I know I am the worst!!!

Also, I was actually thinking of starting na Oli Sykes fanfic on the BMTH website, thoughts?