Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

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The three men sat on the couch with their arms crossed, each not talking to the other. Nicholls had a bloody nose while Jordan had a large bruise forming on his jaw. Kean sat between them, looking as stressed as ever.

"The fuck happened to you guys?" Evelyn asked and looked between the men.

"These two decided to have a friendly competition that turned out not so friendly. Jordan punched Nicholls first and Nicholls retaliated. We also got kicked out of some bar." Oliver and Lee chuckled while Evelyn gave them a deadpan look.

"I don't know when the fuck I became band mom but I'm politely voting myself out. Lee you're up." Evelyn said and Lee gave her a terrified look.

"Fock no, mate. Oliver." Oliver groaned and went to the kitchen to grab a wet rag for Nicholls' nose that was dripping onto his shirt.

"Here, mate." Nicholls grabbed the rag and held it to his nose. Oliver went to check on Jordan but by that time Evelyn had caved in and became band mom anyways. She carefully moved the brunette's head around, careful not to put too much strain on the bruise.

"Oliver, can you get me an ice pack?" She didn't bother to see if he actually listened because she had already turned her attention towards Nicholls.

"Head forward." she mumbled towards him as she tilted his head down. Oliver placed the ice pack against her neck and she began to curse and swat at his hand.

"That's fucking cold you dickhead." He chuckled and offered her the ice pack again. She took it and gently placed it against Jordan's jaw. The man winced but never flinched.

"Hold it there." she said and moved her hand once she was sure he had a hold on the ice pack. Evelyn stood up and sighed.

"Ok. Who's up first for make up tonight?" She looked between the two men and decided the Nicholls would be moving around too much for anyone to notice. Her eyes locked with Jordan's and she watched as dread filled his blue orbs.

"Fock."