Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

12

"It was during Shadow Moses and all I remember was one minute screaming the lyrics and then another I had landed on my arse." he explained and she burst out laughing. She had survived most of his tour stories but the image of Oliver disappearing behind a large speaker while in front of thousands of people was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

"You really fell during the song?" He nodded and a scowl spread across his face. 

"And not a damn one helped me up either. I had a bruise on my back for the longest time." Evelyn continued to laugh harder and Oliver shook his head. 

"Glad you find my pain and embarrassment entertaining, love." She waved him off. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The thought's fucking hilarious though. One second you're there and the next it's like 'Where the fuck is the music coming from?'" He laughed at her analogy and threw his head back. 

"I guess you have a point." She shrugged and grabbed both their empty plates. He smiled lovingly at her as he watched her small figure stand in front of the sink. How had he gotten so lucky? The same question had found his thoughts for the first two women that entered his life as well but at the time, the thought never meant anything. It was just a subconscious thought. Oskar growled and jerked at the end of his pants leg. Oliver gave the dog a stern look and Oskar dropped the fabric from his mouth. This dog was going to be the death of him. 

"So." Her voice had startled him and his head shot up. 

"American Horror Story marathon?" she asked with a grin as she leaned back against the counter. His grin matched hers and he nodded. She clapped her hands together and motioned for him to follow her out of the kitchen. They both jumped the back of the couch and laughed when she accidentally kicked him in the stomach. 

"I don't know how but nice shot." he groaned and she wrapped her arms around him while cooing apologies. They both went quiet once Season One started and it was about halfway through Season Two when Evelyn said something. 

"Your fan base is quite the creative type." His curiosity got the best of him and he pulled his eyes from the TV to peer over at her phone and nearly choked. She was reading smut. Pure sin that his fans fantasize into words or stories. He read a few at one point. Matt sent him one and the two couldn't look at each other for a while. 

"Yeah they're something else. How about popcorn?" he asked, trying to excuse himself from embarrassment. 

"Sure." she agreed, not taking her eyes off of the filthy words in front of her. 

"Is it really that interesting?" She lifted her eyes from the screen and wondered how much of his fans' words were true. 

"Are you really eight inches?" His eyebrows shot up and his eyes went wide. 

"Excuse me?" She laughed and shook her head, going right back to reading whatever porn scene was splayed out in front of her. 

"Never took you as the kinky type." he mumbled as he walked back in with a large bowl of popcorn. 

"Hmm. You'll appreciate it some day." He dropped down beside her and grabbed her phone from her, locking it, and putting it into his back pocket. 

"Oliver, your bony ass is going to crack my screen!" she joked and he rolled his hazel eyes. She couldn't help but get caught up in the way his light brown and green orbs would light up during intense scenes. His head turned towards her before his eyes did. 

"What?" She melted when his head tilted. 

"You're perfect." she said nonchalantly and he looked taken back. 

"Believe me, love, I'm far from it." His previous puppy-like expression turned somber and he turned back towards the TV. 

"Just because you're flawed doesn't make you any less perfect in my eyes." He could hear the finality in her tone and he shook his head. She really was going to be the death of him.