Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

17

"Focking hell woman! Why are your feet always so cold in the morning?" he groaned and arched his back away from her freezing cold feet. 

"Because I love to go stick them in the freezer before waking you up. I don't fucking know. I'm pretty sure it's some kind of condition that I'm unaware of." He eased back into a comfortable position as she opted to lay across him. The extra body heat was like heaven to his always cold body. 

"Google says it's either not enough blood flow or a problem with nerve sensations. Then again Google also told me I had tuberculosis because my back hurt." His body shook as he laughed and she slapped his thigh. 

"Stop moving. I can't read." The room fell quiet again as she read through multiple health articles and he drifted in and out of sleep. 

"Oh great, now I could have diabetes, arteriosclerosis, peripheral vascular disease, or neuropathy. The fuck is arteriosclerosis?" He inhaled deeply and realized quickly that going back to sleep was a lost cause. 

"And you're a medical student?" he asked and she glared down at him. 

"Don't judge me." A weird noise escaped him as he began to stretch and move around underneath her. 

"Get off, love." She scooted to the side and looked up at her phone. He rolled over and hovered over her, plucking the phone from her hands and replacing it with his face. 

"Hmm it seems almost like you want something." she noted and let her hands trail up into his messy hair. 

"Almost like you need a haircut." she mumbled but he still heard her. 

"The fans would kill me." Evelyn pursed her lips and studied him. 

"No, I think they'd thank me once they figured out I was the mastermind behind the idea. As attractive as you are with long hair, you'd look fucking hot with it short." She bit her lip and he almost went feral over the gesture. What was it with men losing their shit over the gesture? He may never know. 

"That's it. You've twisted my arm and changed my mind." Her eyebrows knitted together and one side of her mouth shot up, revealing perfect white teeth. 

"I didn't do shit but propose it." Oliver grinned and leaned down to peck her lips. He tried to pull away but her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him back down to deepen the kiss. She nipped at his bottom lip and he let out a strangled noise. She pushed him away and laughed. 

"Looks like you're in quite the predicament there Sykes." she said, referring to the subtle tent in his shorts. 

"No thanks to you." he shot back and ran a hand through his hair. She launched a pillow at his face and was gone by the time he removed it. 

"Get dressed! You have a hair appointment!" With a frustrated growl, he fell back onto the bed and made a mental note of everything he needed to do within the few weeks before tour starts. Get the confirmation from Evelyn that she's going with them, contact the label to let them know they have a tour manager, teach her the simple job as their tour manager, call up the bands they'd be touring with for confirmation that they're still touring, pack for tour, find a pet sitter while they were gone for tour. 

"Oliver!" Evelyn screamed and he rolled out of bed. 

"Ok! I'm up!"