Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 39

Liza pov

"Sup Hossler." I pepped, plopping down on the sofa next to him while also scaring the living crap out of him.

"Fucking hell Liza. Jesus, I didn't even hear the door." He breathed as he waited for his heart rate to go back to normal.

"I told you I'd be here in twenty." I rolled my eyes as I kicked off my shoes and put my feet up on the coffee table.

"Well I wasn't fucking counting." He countered.

"Whatever. Alcohol and weed. Go and get it." I demanded, drumming on his arm as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. That's hot. "Please?"

It was then his turn to roll his eyes as he got up. I laughed as he muttered something under his breath before disappearing out of the room. I waited for him to return in the peaceful silence as I stroked Juices' head.

"Hey Liza. Catch."

"Ah you dick." I shouted as he threw the weed at me, barely giving me enough time to react. I caught it, but that's besides the point. "That wasn't very necessary now was it." I fake scolded as he plopped down next to me.

"Sorry mom." Oh you wanna go there?

"It's mommy to you. I don't want to hear you calling me that unless your moaning it uncontrollably." The fuck?

I smirked as I looked to the side of me to see him sat there with a shocked expression on his face. The corner of his bottom lip was between his teeth as a red hue washed across his cheeks.

"Anyway." I had to resist the urge to chuckle as he cleared his throat and started rolling a couple of joints. Didn't expect that one did ya?

"Thank you." I smiled, taking the joint he held up and lighting it before holding the flame up to the joint between his lips.

I sighed as I took a long drag and let the smoke sit in the back of my throat. It's been a little over a month since I last smoked anything, so the buzz hit me almost instantly. I let my head drop back as I opened my mouth to allow for the smoke to seep out.

"Fuck." I let out a long breath clearing the rest of my lungs before filling them right back up.

"You got that right." He agreed, breathing his own ball of smoke out.

"What have you got to be stressed about?" I asked, emitting smoke with every word.

"Shouldn't it be me asking you that?" He chuckled, flicking a piece of ash off the end of his joint.

"Hey, you watched the video. My stress is out there all for the world and it's wife to see." I denied, bringing the attention back to him. "Come on Hossler. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" I asked, running my fingers through the ends of his hair.

"I'm sorry." He said to me, making me very confused.

"Why are you sorry?"

"For everything that Mads has put you through. You deserve an apology, and I know she's not gonna give you one. So I'm giving you one. I mean it is partly my fault you ever met her so." He shrugged before taking another drag.

"You're not to blame for everything that's shitty in my life. If anything, you're one of the only people that can make it better." I argued, watching as he looked at me through the corner of his eye. "What? It's true." I defended, responding to the sceptical look he wore.

"I doubt that. Drink." He demanded as he passed me a shot he had poured. Where the fuck did he pull that from?

"Why do you doubt that?" I asked, my throat seething from the slight burn of the vodka.

"I don't make anyone's life better." He answered stiffly.

"Who told you that?" I questioned, completely shocked at the words he just came out with.

"One of the only women that was a constant in my life." What?

His mom? Sister? Friend?

Girlfriend!

"Are you talking about Mads?" I asked, needing to be sure.

"Everyday for the past two and a half years. There was always something wrong with how I was doing things. Or there was always something I did that displeased the princess." He answered.

"You know that's not true right? You know she's a manipulative little liar and nothing she had told you was honest. She twists things. She's sick and wrong in the head. Why would you make anyone's life worse. You know, there are millions of people still alive because of you.

You- you. You and your music, you helped people. Look at Pray. Look at how much success that song has had. I- I mean, any ad revenues and proceeds still go to the suicide hotline. There are so many people who chose to stay in this world because of you.

Me included. If- if it wasn't for you and Landon, I'd be lying dead in a ditch somewhere. And I know we only met like a month ago, just over that, but I owe a lot to you." I finished my rant by burning out the end of my blunt.

"I know you're only saying that to make me feel better." He shut down, taking another drag before flicking another piece of ash off the end of it. What did she do to him?

"Really? In the time you've known me, when have you ever seen me try to spare someone's feelings. That's not me and I don't do that shit. I don't know what she has told you over the past few years, but it's not true. But I don't know what to do to show you that I'm not lying." I asked, digging around in my bag for something.

When I turned back to face him, I was already met with his gazing eyes. It was a slight shock at first, but there was something in the back of his blue. Pain?

"Do you know how bad I wanna kiss you right now?" He asked, his eyes flipping to my lips before meeting mine again. Oh-

"What's stopping you?" I asked back, barely above a whisper.