Oli Sykes Preferences

Screaming Lessons

A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave me some requests/prompts! I'm so bad at writing and I have zero ideas but I really want to write these..

"Rawr.." you joked to yourself in the mirror.

"What the fuck was that?" Oli, your boyfriend, laughed as he walked in, startling you.

"Damn it, Oliver! I could've been naked!" you scolded him, dropping the hairbrush you were holding.

"Well why aren't you?" he winked, earning a glare from you. "So what were you doing?"

"I want to be like you.." you mumbled, pouting.

"What do you mean 'like me'?" 

"Like, with the screaming.. The singing.. The band. I want to be a musician like you, but I can't scream at all."

"Oh, that's all it is? Okay, don't worry one bit!" he grinned at you, secretly making you want to smile, though instead you hit him lightly.

"That's all this is to you? A joke?"

"No, not at all! I'm going to teach you how to scream, and you're going to love it. Then we're going to write a song together, and record it."

"Y-you'd do that for me?"

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you too.." you mumbled, blushing slightly.

That day you both spent together, Oli showing you how to scream, how to use your diaphragm, sometimes getting very hands-on, much to your liking. By the end of the day, you had a start on your screaming, and you and Oli had already pieced together parts of a song you were going to write together for the new BMTH album.

All in all, it was a very good day.