Something Is Missing | Ronnie Radke

Chapter 7- I'm Not Alright

"After you, m'lady," Ronnie said as he ushered me into the elevator.

I smiled and moved in, slightly stumbling. He quickly moved in behind me, grasping my waist to steady me.

He pressed the button for our floor. "Jeeze, babe," he said with a look of concern on his face. "You only had a glass of wine."

"And it fucking hit me hard," I mumbled as I leaned into him. I rested my head against his arm and let out a sigh.

"I can tell," he said and chuckled. "Are you tired or do you want to stay up and watch a movie and snuggle?" The elevator doors opened, and while I could walk by myself, he still kept me close to him.

He unlocked the hotel room door and the two of us walked in. "Let's watch a movie," I said as I broke away from him and plopped down on the couch.

"Don't you want to change, babe?" He asked as he sat down next to me. "Ya know? Something a bit more comfortable?"

I let out a sigh as I looked down at my dress. "I probably should," I mumbled. "But what if you just bring me a shirt and shorts? The bedroom is too far away." I threw my head back and let out a huff.

Ronnie chuckled as he leaned over and placed a kiss on my lips. "I suppose I can do that. I'll be right back," he said and stood straight up. I watched as he wandered into the bedroom and let out a content sigh. It was nice being able to relax... And also have a day off-- especially when I was able to spend it with someone who had nothing to do with work.

When he came back out, he was in a pair of shorts and didn't have a shirt on. "Here ya go, baby," he said as he tossed me one of his shirts and my shorts that I grabbed from my place earlier in the day.

"Thank you," I said as I moved so I was able to pull my dress over my head, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I slid the shirt over my head, then slid the pair of shorts up. When I crashed back down onto the couch, Ronnie instantly pulled me into his arms.

"What do you want to watch," he asked as he turned the TV on and flipped over to netflix.

"Oh! How about Wedding Crashers?" I asked, loving being in his embrace.

"Wedding Crashers it is," he replied as he clicked on it. "When is your next gig? And when do you go to the studio again?"

"I've gotta go in and meet Cole tomorrow," I told him. "We've been working on a few songs. They're really coming along."

"Who is Cole? And what have you been working on? Anything good?" Ronnie questioned.

"Cole Swindell. He's a country artist. He'll be on tour with me and Dierks. And yeah. I would say so," I mumbled. I tucked my face into his bare chest— I didn't want to completely answer that one.

"What have you written? Your set was awesome last night. You're getting so good. Bigger things are gonna come." Ronnie ran his hand up and down my arm.

I pulled away and let out a sigh, looking up into those big brown eyes. "My 'fuck you' song last night... Among a few others," I replied.

Ronnie chuckled as he rolled his eyes. "Are you sure you ain't missing me?" He joked. He shot me a wink.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up... I'm sure you wrote some songs, too," I shot back.

He let out a fake scoff and smiled. "Okay," he mumbled, "you got me."

"I knew it," I replied with a giggle. "Now let's actually watch the movie... Look at Bradley Cooper! He's so cute!"

"I'm so much more cute!" He shot back with a chuckle.