Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

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He stood outside of the studio for his wife, Alissa. He never understood why she liked getting dolled up and posing in front of a camera. It went the same way with how she never understood why he poured his heart and soul into a song that may or may not blow up. They're just somethings people won't understand even if they were the ones doing it. Hell, he couldn't understand himself. Just like how he had a picture perfect model of a wife that his fanbase adored yet here he was, sneaking off every second he could to meet up with a college student majoring in the medical field who was supposed to just be a drunken mistake. Guess his last wife rubbed off on him. The door to the studio opened and his face broke into a smile. He really did love his wife, not just for looks and money, but truly did love her. That's why he's torn between why those feelings were diminishing for his wife and growing for his hookup.

"Oliver." her foreign accent called out and grabbed his attention. His warm eyes stared down lovingly at the mahogany eyed brunette in front of him and let out a hum. Her features turned sour and she let out an agitated huff.

"This is the fifth time this week that you've done this Oliver. You've been spacy and just overall not there when I need you to be. What has gotten into you?" his wife silently pleaded and he felt awful that he couldn't tell her the real reasoning. So he instead did what he did best. He lied.

"I'm fine, love. Just stressed out with the new album. Me and the guys can't find quite the right sound to go with the rhythm of the last song." he reassured and he wasn't completely lying. Jordan and Matt Nicholls had been arguing since the start of the album but now they were full on at each other's throats with this last song. Alissa pursed her lips and gave him a skeptical look while crossing her arms.

"Look I'll bring you to dinner tonight as a way to make it up to you." he offered and leaned down to press a kiss to Alissa's lips. He found himself comparing her lips to the ones he kissed that morning.

"You promise you won't blow this one off too?" she asked as she disconnected their lips.

"Promise." She smiled up at him and laced her fingers through his hair so she could deepen the kiss.

"See you at five Mr. Sykes." she called with a smirk as she began to walk backwards down the sidewalk. She had another shoot to get to and he only met up with her to calm her nerves.

"See you Mrs. Salls." he called back and inwardly cringed at the name. Sure he would joke around and call her by his last name every once in a while but it never sounded legit. It never sounded like they were actually married. Almost like she didn't want to change her last name because she knew they weren't meant to last. And in a way her silent suspicion was correct. Once she was out of sight, he was walking down the same familiar route he had become accustomed to. He looked down at his phone, 11:36. She should be done with class by now. He took the stairs to her apartment two at a time and quickly rang the doorbell to her apartment. The door opened and he was pulled through the doorway, back slamming against the closed door and soft lips pressed against his feverishly.

"Well hello to you too." he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her close. Her nose crinkled and she pulled away.

"You smell like Victoria Secret perfume." He chuckled and stepped closer to her.

"I told you, love, fans always stop me on the streets." She narrowed her eyes before huffing and falling into his waiting embrace. He let out a nervous breath. As far as he could tell, neither knew about the other and he would like to keep it that way until he was ready to break one relationship off. The question is: who would he choose? His wife of two years who he adored or a new fling that might be gone tomorrow morning if he wasn't careful? As far as she was concerned, he and Alissa were no longer a thing and the media hadn't caught up with the news yet. His grip on her tightened and he let out a weird noise as he lifted her off the ground. She squealed and wrapped her legs around his waist while tightly hugging him.

"I've missed you~." he cooed and she rolled her mischievous green eyes.

"You saw me this morning." she countered.

"And? That was like eternity ago." he groaned and she wiggled from his grip as her feet hit the ground.

"It was three hours now quit your whining and come get coffee." He nodded and followed after her like a lost puppy as she led the way into the kitchen. He grabbed a mug from the top shelf above her sink as she dug through the refrigerator for something suitable to eat.

"Evelyn." he called and she resurfaced wide eyed with a piece of cold pizza between her teeth. He chuckled and shook his head as he leaned against the counter with his cup of coffee nestled tightly between his cold hands.

"Why don't you just order something in, love?" An imaginary lightbulb went off and she dashed upstairs to get her phone. Her energy was something he'd never get used to. But then again, that was a part of the reason he was so infatuated with her. She was different from the more mature women he had dated or married. He had his fair share of moments when Alissa would become more active than most days but usually she was laid back and sucked every bit of fun out of everything. Evelyn was like a child that just so happened to bring the child out of him. Her rushed footsteps finally hit the bottom step.

"What do you want?" she called out and he followed her voice into the living room where she was huddled under a pile of blankets. He sat down next to the strawberry blonde on the couch and found interest in the show that was playing.

"The usual." he answered and she nodded. It was sad to say that he spent more time in her house than his own. She never questioned him about it, though, and thankfully never asked to go to his for a change. She finished up the order and held the blanket open so he could get under with her. He grinned as he pulled her onto his lap instead. A comfortable silence fell over them and they continued to watch cartoons until the doorbell sounded through the apartment.

"Got it!" she announced and almost tripped multiple times just trying to get herself unwound from the blanket. Oliver held in his laughter and resorted to snickering instead. She passed through the hallway that separated the living room and kitchen with a plastic bag.

"Food's here~." she sang and he finally let out a laugh as he trailed after her into the kitchen. He grabbed the avocado salad and bowl of oatmeal he always orders before helping her bring her own breakfast to the table. He chuckled once he looked at the time and she turned to look at the clock on the wall as well.

"I should've ordered lunch instead. Oh well." He stared in amazement as she began to scarf down food. It always amused him when she would eat because it was like watching a starved dog. She'd eat without a care of who watched her or who judged her.

"Slow down, love. I'd hate to have to do the heimlich maneuver on you." She stopped for a second and waved a piece of bacon in his face to which he scrunched his nose at.

"I bet you would Mr. Sykes." she teased and he smirked.

"You know it Mrs. Sykes." he teased back and they both broke into a fit of laughter. He was starting to love this woman more and more each day.