Its finally Saturday. The past few days have been rough on me. The cafe has been slam packed, and also Oliver hasn't stopped by or anything. I haven't heard from him at all. But I still have a few hours untill its six oclock. The closer it gets to six, the more nervous I get...miss mary and I went shopping for a dress, and I ended up getting a very tight form fitting little black dress. Along with some heels. I'm afriad I'm going to kill myself trying to walk.
In my spare time of waiting, I Googled his band, and music. I listened to as many songs as I could before getting ready. They're really good at what they do. And all the fans and support they get is amazing. I truly respect him and everything he does because half of these kids wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for the music.
I looked at the clock and realized it is time for me to start getting ready. I walked towards the bathroom and took a long hot shower and shaved. I stepped out, Dried off and put my bra and underwear on, just till It gets closer for him to be here, then I will put my dress on. I plugged in my curling iron and grabbed my makeup bag. I put on a decent amount of makeup to make green eyes pop. Once my makeup was done nicely, I grabbed the curling iron and tightly curled my long blond hair. I double checked myself in the mirror, I looked good. I walked into my room and unzipped the bag my dress was in. I pulled the dress out and slipped it on. It was tightly hugging my curves. I glanced at the clock. It said 5:30. I went towards my shoes and put the heels on and practiced walking in them up and down my hallway till I got it right.
There was a slight knock at the door, and I ran towards the door, I pulled the door open and there he stood. I could feel his eyes looking me up and down. I smiled in satisfaction.
"You look absolutely stunning"
"Well thank you, you don't look too bad yourself"
And that's when I stopped to finally take him in. He was wearin a dress shirt and tie. Along with a nice pair of jeans and shoes. So simple, but he made it look amazing. Even though I wanted to rip them off. I just smiled.
"Shall we?"
He asked as he stuck his arm out towards me. I nodded in agreement, as he walked me towards his car. He opened the door for me, I slid in. And he closed the door and jogged over to his side. He started the car and he drove us to the restaurant.
Once we finally arrived to the restaurant, It wasn't neccesarliy crowded, but it wasnt empty. Our host was a female, she welcomed him a bit nicer then I would have pleased and gave me the cold shoulder, I was very taken off guard by how much that upset me.
"may we have a table for two, perferablly something private"
She led us to a small circular booth in the corner of the restaurant
"how's this?"
He smiled "perfect"
we sat down and I immediately noticied how dim the lights were, it was almost like it was a candle effect in the room.
"so Emma, tell me about yourself"
"well, I live on my own in an apartment, I work most of the time in the café. Uhm, I have been on my own for awhile. What about you?"
He shifted uncomfortablly in his seat
"well, im a musician.."
"well, Oliver Sykes. Youre quite the popular musician, and loved by people across the world"
He cleared his throat
"you know about that?"
I smiled "yeah I do, and I think that's great, your music is amazing. But at first, I didn't even know who you were, you were just a handsome stranger. But youre a really good guy, and I would love to get to know you."
I think saying all that reassured him because I saw him relax a bit
"that makes me feel a lot better, because im so used to getting used because I think someone loves me, but they actually just love the fame."
"and that's not right, you deserve better"
Right when I said that my stomach growled and he laughed
"and I think you need some food"
And right on que, our waiter came out with water and breadsticks
"are you all ready to order now?"
Oli turned his direction towards me motioning for me to order first
"um..i guess I'll have the noodles with alfredo sauce."
She turned to Oli
"and for you?"
He closed his menu
"I will just have what she is having"
She wrote everything down and walked away.
"eat." He ordered
I reached my hands toward the basket of bread and ripped a piece off of it
"soooo Oliver, tell me about your music and touring and such"
He sat back a little
"well, I love how it effects people. It saves them honestly. It helps them escape society and let them know eveything will be okay soon. And that harming yourself gets you nowhere. You feel like a hero in a sense, and to know all of those kids love you and look up to you and the fact you save lives. Its just and incredible feeling. It makes me feel like im doing something right with my life."
I sat there speechless, I wsa choking back tears
"oh my god…Oli, that's amazing. I couldn't even begin to imagine the feelings and emotions you have"
But just then the waiter strode towards us with our food, we both had to straighten up, just now realizing we were unconciously leaning towards eachother. He put the dishes in front of us, and the food looked really good. Our waiter stepped back
"is there anything else you guys need that I could get you?"
"no thank you, but some more water would be nice"
As He gestured towards my empty glass.
"of course."
He picked up the glass and walked away.
I looked down at my food, and slowly unraveled my silverware, I covered my lap with the cloth napkin, afraid of getting my dress dirty. I pulled out my fork and slowly twirled the noodles aound before putting it in my mouth before I looked up.
"so how is it living on a tour bus and stuff?"
"I actually enjoy it. But lately its been difficult. Just sometimes you want to just go home somewhere and be like 'yeah this is home' and have someone waiting there for you."
I smiled and nodded. Because I do understand that feeling. I would love to come home after work and have someone to come home to and to be in a place I can call home, not a run down apartment.
We finished our dinner and he paid for everything. We walked out together holding hands until we got to the car.