Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

3

He was gone before the sun even began to peak over the horizon. He left Evelyn some bullshit note about having to appear at the studio for recording, which wasn't entirely a lie, and shot Alissa a text so she wouldn't freak out once she woke up to see him gone. He pocketed his phone and let out a breath of air as he continued to walk down the barren street at five in the morning. Alissa should be up any minute now while Evelyn would sleep in until eight. He memorized the two women's sleep patterns almost instantly for occasions like this. Alissa would wake at 5:00, 5:30 on a lazy day, and head to the studio where she would stay until 6pm. Sometimes he would visit her around eleven or twelve and bring her lunch but never later than twelve. Evelyn would sleep until eight, stay in bed an extra thirty minutes until she decides to get up, and leave for class at nine. Her classes ranged anywhere from two to four classes a day. Tuesdays she would be done by 11:30 and Thursdays were around one or two. Friday through Monday with the exception of Wednesday she was either free or roaming around with a group of friends he didn't care to remember. He pushed the heavy back door of the studio open and looked around at the open room. Everything looked untouched and in order besides the scattered sheet music Nicholls had been working on. So far he was the only one there and that gave him time to write down some of the much needed lyrics for the last song.

"So don't swear to God, he never asked you

It's not his heart you drive a knife through

It's not his world you turned inside out

Not his tears still rolling down

Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold

Don't you know you've lost control?

Forget about the things you think I know

No secrets, you can't keep me

In the dark, in the dark "

He stopped and looked down at what he had jotted down out of pure boredom. The lyrics weren't too bad but he needed something other than a blacked out memory as a chorus to even call this a song. The door opened and his head shot up to meet Jordan's skeptical gaze.

"You're here early." he stated and narrowed his blue eyes.

"Are you and Alissa having another fight?" Oliver chuckled dryly. If only he knew.

"No no, mate. Everything's fine between me and Alissa. Just thought we needed this album out before the next tour. And you and Nicholls are getting nowhere with this last song." Jordan looked down at the lyrics and grunted.

"Is this the chorus, pre-chorus, or a random verse?" Oliver looked down at the words and tilted his head.

"It was originally the chorus but do you think it could use a pre-chorus?" he asked and continued to stare down at the ink. Jordan shrugged and laid his jacket on the back of a chair.

"I bet you can whip something up." he stated nonchalantly and walked over to the sheet music he was working on. Oliver nodded and went back into his lyrical headspace.

"But I'm looking on the bright side now

Tryna figure out somehow

-None of this is real, no???

It's looking like a write off now

I think we need to talk like now "

His eyes roamed over the words and a sigh left his lips.

"Why is that one questionable?" Kean's accent rang out behind him. Oliver's eyes flickered up towards his before looking back down.

"I'm not too sure about that part. I want to incorporate it but I'm not sure how." Kean looked over the lyrics again and tilted his head.

"Maybe as background lyrics." Oliver looked up at the bassist and smiled.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you, you cheeky bastard?" Kean rolled his eyes and wandered off towards his bass guitar.

"Only when I give you ideas, Sykes." Oliver dismissed him and put the pre-chorus and chorus together.

"But I'm looking on the bright side now

Tryna figure out somehow

(None of this is real, no)

It's looking like a write off now

I think we need to talk like now

So don't swear to God, he never asked you

It's not his heart you drove a knife through

It's not his world you turned inside out

Not his tears still rolling down

Jesus Christ, you're so damn cold

Don't you know you've lost control?

Forget about the things you think I know

No secrets, you can't keep me

In the dark, in the dark "

It wasn't much but it was definitely more than what he wrote a week prior, which amounted to nothing. His mind was everywhere and so many ideas wanted to spill themselves onto the white paper. It was obvious just by the chorus that he was writing about somebody. Was it his wife, Alissa, his new fling, Evelyn, or his past love, Hannah? From the words that were forming on paper, he placed his bets on the last one. His mood did a whole turn around and he pushed the pen and paper across the table. The chair scraped against the wooden floor as he stood up and walked out. He fished his phone from his pocket and searched for the only number that knew about Hannah. He pressed the phone to his ear and the dial tone echoed in his head.

"Hello?" the voice called and he closed his eyes.

"Alissa, can we meet up. I've found the topic of our last song." he choked out and a second of silence passed between them.

"Meet me at the cafe near the house."