“Name?” The woman's white jacket was disconcerting.
“Uh, Y/N.” You stammered into the microphone.
“Visiting....” The woman flicked through the files on her desk. “Oliver Sykes?” You nodded and she pointed to a chair in the corner. “An escort will be with you shortly.”. You fidgeted in your chair and almost jumped out of your skin when another white coat appeared in front of you. You thought rehab was meant to be cosy, it looked like an asylum so far. You followed the man into a large open living area and your heart jumped at the sight of Oli on the corner couch. You hadn't seen him since he checked in a month ago. His cheeks looked fuller, he looked healthier already. You stood still as the escort closed the door behind you, and Oli looked up from the couch, his eyes piercing into yours. He stood and stared at you and you couldn't help yourself. You ran to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him to you, making sure he couldn't escape. He tentatively placed his hands on your back and kissed the top of your head, unsure of what to do. You felt a wetness seep into your hair and pulled away to see the tears flowing down his face.
“Oh, baby.” You pulled Oli down onto the couch with you and let him sob into your chest. “Oh baby, shh.”
“I'm... I'm so s...s...sorry.” His shoulders shook and you stroked his hair off his face. It killed you to see him like this, so fragile and weak. You wanted to pack him up, take him home and look after him yourself. “I never want to hurt you.” You sighed and pulled him closer.

FLASHBACK

His hand felt warm in your and you smiled as he led you around the house.
“And we can have six gazzillion kids!” He lifted and spun you in a circle, you giggled as he rambled on about how many kids you could fit into the giant house. “And as many pets as we want, dogs, cats, a mother fucking tiger!”
“Oh, how super rock star!” You giggled as you raced him up the stairs. “And names? What would we call our children Oliver?”
“hmm, Chelsea...”
“You cannot name your daughter after one of your songs!” You hit him around the shoulder.
“Just you watch me!” He pulled you in and kissed you firmly, parting your lips with his tongue and tracing your teeth. “My first daughter will be named Chelsea and she will smile a lot!” You shook your head and shouted your protestations as Oli carried you into the empty master bedroom. “I bought us a god damn house Y/N! And you will let me name my children what I wish.” You giggled as you told him there was no way in hell he got final say on the names of your kids.

You sat on the floor, resting in each others arms.
“Arianne, Scott, Caleb and Julietta.” Oli murmured into your hair. “Four beautiful mini Sykes with your eyes and my epic taste in fashion and music.” You laughed and looked up at him.
“A Drop Dead childrens range?”
“Fuck. Yes.”

“Excuse me, Y/N?” The escort had reappeared in the door way. “Visiting time is over now, I'm sorry but you will have to leave.” Oli sat up from where he had been lying on you and you stood to face him. You smiled weakly and hugged him one last time, knowing that you would never be able to face seeing him in this... establishment... again, knowing you would never come back here. You kissed his forehead and followed the escort out of the room, Oli whispering your name behind you.

You sat alone in your house in the Sheffield countryside, empty, cold, heartless. The exact opposite of the way you intended it to be. When you let Oli buy the much too extravagant house a year ago you had both filled it with furniture and personal things, the house was full in that sense, but without Oli's noise and his music, the house seemed lifeless, and pointless. You played with the issues of Kerrang! that littered the coffee table, Oli's face peeking at you from each copy. You flicked them all over and stared at the back covers instead. He had had brilliant and great plans on how you two would together use this house. You were going to have four children, pets, it was going to be constantly filled and noisy with the sounds and presence of your friends and family. You hadn't been back here in months, you had been on tour with the band and spent your life on a bus. The house was hardly used, it wasn't home. There was no one here to make it a home. It was just you, alone, in a house you barely saw, surrounded by reminders of your alcoholic ex-boyfriend. You picked up your now cold mug of tea and tipped it down the kitchen sink before climbing the stairs to your bedroom, passing the two empty rooms reserved for your future family. The bed was cold and uncomfortable without Oli's arms encircling you as they had so many times before.
Three hours later and you were still lying there, uncomfortable, jet lagged and alone.

“Y/n? What's up?” Zack's voice crackled through the landline. “Where are you? Should I come get you?” You laughed shakily and replied that he couldn't exactly drive to you where you were. “What do you mean? Y/N, where are you? Why are you calling?”
“I'm in England, Zack. In mine and Oli's house.” Your voice started to break. You had no idea why you had rung Zack, you had just needed to talk to someone. “It's so empty. It's really quiet and Oli's stuff is everywhere and there's no music playing and there's no kids Zack.” You broke into full tears and Zack tried to calm you through the phone.
“What are you doing back in England?”
“Oli didn't stay in the states for rehab. He came back home, I came with him so he could have my support but the house is so empty!” Zack's voice crackled and he was clearly unsure of what to do.

“Look, the band starts a European tour next month, I could transfer my plane ticket and come over to England early if you like?” Wait, what? He would cross the globe to comfort you? “Y/N? Fuck it, I'm coming over. I'm getting on the next flight. I'll get the address off Ashley.” The phone beeped as Zack hung up and you out the phone back down on the bedside table. You didn't know what you had intended to get out of that phone call, but that certainly was not it. The very person who could make you second guess your relationship with Oli was coming to England, to your home. Well, fuck.

Notes

TADA!!!