The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 17 - Hell On Wheels

Katie's P.O.V

I opened my eyes, seeing I was back in my hotel room.
Kirk was lying next to me, in our bed, still asleep, facing away from me.... Dickhead.
I looked at him, taking it back instantly.
"Wait, what?" The more I looked at him, the more something looked... Different.
I sat up and pulled him to lie on his back. He groaned, but just shifted to get comfortable.
I gasped. I saw it. It's all coming back to me now.

. . .

Flashback

"Vinnie! Over here!" Dylan called out to the leading man.
"The dickhead awaits... Hey, wanna ask Maria for the haircut?!" I turned from Vince to Kirk.
Vince shrugged and went to join Dylan, not knowing that could have consequences... He has to learn that for himself. This is Dylan after all...
Kirk looked back, seeing Maria wasn't drinking, and was talking to Ollie, who had entered the party.
"Yeah, let's ask. She can do it tomorrow." Kirk stood up.
I took his hand, placing the guitar down on the couch next to me, and followed behind him, to Maria.

"Hey, Maria..." He started.
"Give him a haircut!" I smiled at her.
"Oh, OK! How short do you want it?" Maria asked, smiling.
"Cut it off!" I answered before Kirk could.
"Sure, want me to do it now?" Maria offered.
"Nah, tomo-"
"Yes, now!" I smiled.

. . .

"Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk..." I shook him awake.
"Katie, piss off..." He grumbled.
"Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk..." I kept shaking him.
"Uh... What? I love you too. Go to sleep..." He ran a hand over his face.
"Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk... Kirk..." I started poking his cheeks.
He grabbed my hands and looked up at me, as I smiled down at him.

"What?" He was tired.
"You got a hair cut!" I smiled.
He narrowed his eyes at me, before sitting up and running a hand through his hair.
"We cut my hair off?!" He asked, looking at me shocked.
"Yeah. I love it!" I wanted to cry.

He got up and went for the bathroom, switching the light on.
"HOLY SHIT!" He shouted out.
I smiled, running into the bathroom, wearing his black Curse Of Frankenstein tee.
"You look amazing!" I smiled, standing behind him, hugging his waist.
"I look different." He stared at himself.
I gasped. "Ask for Stevie's eyeliner!" I looked at him through the mirror.
"How horny are you?" He asked me.
"Urgh, you know me too well!" I crossed my arms.

He turned to look at me, smirking. "You really like my hair like this, don't you?"
"Yeah... It's hot." I shrugged.
He smiled at me, pulling me into a hug. "I can try the eyeliner."
"Yes!" I whispered, hugging his neck.

"GUYS!" Eddie barged into our room. He had the spare key in his hand.
"Hey. Awesome hair cut, but we have a problem!" He looked from Kirk to me.
"What's happened?" I asked, letting Kirk go, walking to the bathroom door way
"Vince's girlfriend is in the hotel lobby, and he's currently in bed with a groupie." Eddie told us.
"Holy shit..." Kirk and I spoke in sync.
"Distract the girlfriend. Don't tell her anything. He's hungover, Maria is taking care of him, I need to get rid of the girl." Eddie told us.
"Yeah, sure... Just one thing... I don't like his girlfriend." I confessed.
"And you think I do, after her attitude in the studio? We all know you don't give a shit if our girlfriends stay at your house, with us. You just told him she couldn't, 'cause you hate her as much as we all do." Eddie looked at me.
"Damn, you guys know me so well!" I grumbled, crossed my arms again.
"Relax, babe, we could have some real fun with this." Kirk leaning on the bathroom door way. A move that he wouldn't normally make.
"Please, make love to me..." I stared at him.
"Even I'm turned on by that. Get to the lobby!" Eddie snapped at us, before leaving our room.

. . .

"Maria!" I smiled, as she was sat on a dingy couch, with her suitcase next to her. "No, it's Marie, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, Marie. Hi, Monroe." She smiled, pleased that I corrected myself. I was genuinely confused.
"How was your flight? We're just about to grab breakfast, Vince should be down in a bit." I pointed to the dining hall, on our right.
Marie followed us to the dining hall, telling us how bad her flight was, having a crying kid next to her.

"Do we get a private jet?" I asked my boyfriend, as we sat at the table we were at yesterday.
"We should do." Kirk sat next to me, as Marie sat opposite him, her suitcase on her right.
"Sucks about your flight, but you'll be glad to know Vinnie's been doing great! Did you catch the conference we did?" I asked her.
"Vince! and yes, I did. Wasn't he amazing?!" She smiled.
'God, I hate you.' I smiled at her, nodding. "He sure was."

The gov walked into the dining hall, spotted Marie, and instantly walked back out, pissing me right off.
"Fuck this, you should go all 1920s gangster on us." I turned to Kirk. "Wearing a hat, suit up, smoke a cigar, don't do any of this..." I shook my head. This haircut was doing things to me...
"Katie..." Kirk whispered, leaning into me. "Are you OK?" He asked.
"You look so gooood." I frowned.
"So! How was the show?!" Marie spoke up, hinting she wasn't OK with how close Kirk and I were.
We turned to look at her, from looking at each other.
"Vince slept-"
"Like a baby!" He smiled, coming up behind us.

"HEY, BABY!" Marie squealed, getting up.
She hugged him tight, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, looking at me and Kirk.
"I'll make it up to you." He mouthed.
I gave him the middle finger. "You cheat."
"I'm sorry." He frowned.
"I've missed you! Tell me everything!" Marie grabbed his shoulders, looking at him.
"Oh, not everything!" Kirk ran a hand over his face.

Maria and Eddie came round the corner, giving us thumbs up.
She sorted out his makeup, making him look casual, rather then hung over and sick, as Eddie got rid of the groupie.
I took a sigh of relief, sitting back, feeling a weight off my shoulders.
"Wanna get room service?" Kirk asked me, sitting back in his seat.
"Yeah." I turned to look at him, before we both got up and ran back to the safety of our room.