Chemical Vengeance ~Zayn Malik fanfic~

Chapter One; Get the band known

I'm Veronica. I'm in a garage band called Chemical Vengeance. I'm the lead singer, my best girl Tammi on the drums, my gay best mate Garreth on lead guitar, and Henry, Tammi's boyfriend on the bass. I'd say we were pretty good but the only gigs we played were in Henry's garage, so it's not really working well for us. We tried to sell merchandise with slutty photos of me on it, but we only sold a few. I didn't really think it was degrading. I didn't care that there was photos of me in a mini skirt and crop top, all over men's walls. I just wanted my band to sell stuff. I would flirt with random strangers just to try and promote my band's videos on you-tube. We were a rock band. We wore leather, we wore spikes, we sang loudly, we got drunk and we had sex. We also occasionally took drugs and smoked. Yes. We were that band. 

"Ronni!" Garreth said snapping his fingers in front of me. We were sitting in a comfy leather booth in the diner we always go to. It was just me and Garreth.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You need to pay more attention babe! We need your attention span not just your boobs, bum and waist!" 

"Sorry Gar. What were you saying?" I asked.

"What if we found some well known musicians, and we collaborated with them to get Chemical Vengeance out there!" he said.

"Yeah cool, but how are we gonna get 'well known musicians' to collaborate with us?" I asked him, clasping my hands. 

"Boobies." he said.

"You being the one saying we need my attention span and not just my boobs, bum and waist." I said smirking. "But yeah, I don't mind."

"Okay good. So now we need some well known musicians." Garreth said, with a thinking face. 

"Well that'll be tough." I frowned. 

"Oh let's go, I'm stuffed." said Garreth putting down money to pay for my chips, his burger and both our cokes. I swung my black bag over my shoulder and stood up pulling up my ripped black skinny jeans. We strutted out the restaurant, arm in arm. 

"Wow, wow, wow, stop!" Garreth said halting. 

"What?" I asked.

"There's a band! And they're playing a gig at that big stadium we always drive by! It's not that far, we just need tickets!" he said with a grin. I looked at the sign he was pointing at. There was five boys in a band called 'one direction'.

"They can't be that big if I've never heard of them." I said looking at the boys on the sign.

"But big enough to be able to play at the big stadium!" he said grinning.

"Right, but how do we get tickets then?" I asked.

"Oh come on, I know people babe!" he said making a fabulous pose. 

 "You are so typically gay." I said laughing.

"True. And you are such a typical band slut." he said. 

"Touche." I said fist bumping him. He swung his arm around my shoulder and we walked out. 

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"Do you have your key?" Garreth asked. We were outside Henry's garage in the hot sun. 

"No, do you?" I asked.

"Crap, wait." he said pulling out his pockets. He shook his head.

"Shit." I mumbled. I suddenly got a great idea. I pulled the kirby out my hair and bit off the plastic round bit. I bent it to fit the key hole and unlocked it. We lifted up the garage door and walked inside to see Henry lying on the sofa snogging Tammi, who was straddling him.