Honeypie (Oliver Sykes)

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She lost count of how many drumsticks Nicholls broke during the concert. Last she counted, it was close to five. They were only three songs in. His aggressiveness was aggravating the rest of the band and it wasn't until the transition from Bring Me The Horizon to Pierce The Veil that Oliver finally confronted him. Nicholls stumbled backwards from the amount of force Oliver used to push him.

"The fock is wrong with you, mate?" Nicholls asked once he stabilized himself. Oliver gave him a look. He was not about to play this game with any of his bandmates and especially not Nicholls.

"Me? Me!? What about you, huh!? You're the one who went through nearly a warehouse full of drumsticks and then have the audacity to ask what my problem is!?" Oliver was fuming and everyone took a step back. Pissed Oliver was not someone you want to tango with but Nicholls was playing a very dangerous game.

"Maybe control your focking side bitch and I wouldn't have to use drumming as an outlet!" Oliver furrowed his eyebrows and a protectiveness fell over him.

"Evelyn?" Nicholls snorted and pointed at someone behind Oliver.

"Jordan." Nicholls corrected and Oliver's eyes went black. He gripped the front of Nicholls shirt with enough force to actually rip it and pulled him up to Oliver's eye level.

"Remember who gave you a focking chance, mate." he growled and released the dazed drummer before storming off down the hall. The rest of the guys looked between each other and Evelyn began walking to check on Nicholls. He gently pushed her away and motioned towards where Oliver stormed off to.

"Go after him. He needs comforting more than I do right now." She did a quick once over of his shaking form and nodded before going after Oliver.