Sex, drugs, n' rock n' roll. That's how Baz has dreamed to live her life. She doesn't care if she's mean and she does things her way. What'll happen when she runs into an up-and-coming band that just won't leave her alone?
I don't own any companie...
I kissed him harder, then resting my head against his quickly-beating heart.
"You're gonna get better, right? You'll let me help you?" He asks. I slowly nod, more interested in looking up into his eyes.
The thoughts of that kiss with Axl swirled in my head, only making my headache worse. Axl has told all of them I was fine, and he also offered to stay at my house to make sure I was ok. He tried to convince me to go to a therapist, but it mostly just ended in my stubborn-self refusing.
Axl agreed to stay out of my business, so I had some personal space. Although about every 2 hours he came to make sure I was ok, he was pretty good of a caretaker. He was helping me rehab without going to a hospital.
"Hey, just wanted to check on you. You ok?" He asked, looking at my pale complexion.
"I didn't know pot and antidepressants could have such a withdrawal," I complained, holding my stomach.
"Here, uh, wanna lay down?" He questioned in his soothing voice, patting the spot next to him as he sat on the edge of my bed.
"Yeah, thanks, Axl. I really do owe you." I respond as I walk over, then letting him tuck me in.
"You don't owe me anything." He chuckles, kissing my forehead and walking out. A lot of the shows had been postponed because of our little scare, and soon I was going to have a show every night. Maybe I'll even go on tour. But for now, I'm going to hang out with my best friends.
I hated how much they have seen me weak. From appendicitis to withdrawal, they've seen me in my worst state. And yet they somehow still loved me.
"And remember, if you need a shoulder, I'll be there till the bitter end." He winked.
He stood in the doorway, about to turn off the light, but I interrupted him.
"Wait, Axl-"
"What, honey?" He asked. I took a second to think about what I was going to say.
"Can you sleep with me?" I shyly asked, which was quite out of character for me.
"I-ok, Bazzy." He quietly chuckled, then walking over and staying an appropriate distance from me. He rolled over so he was looking at the side of my face as I stared at the ceiling. I was really starting to have feelings for Axl. I just need to remember Duff.
"Are you and Duff ok?" He asked, basically reading my mind.
"I-I don't know, really." I respond, glancing over at him.
"He loves you, and I mean a lot. And I love you too, but you're his. Remember that." He says. I mentally sigh and look back up at the ceiling, my eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. I feel his intent stare, but I try to just brush it off.
I close my eyes, grabbing his arms and pulling them so that they are resting around my hips. "Did you just say you love me?"
His breath hitches at the sudden contact, then he responds. "I love you more than anyone else,"
"And I would do anything to have you, except break Duff's heart."
"The problem is, I think I love you too."
A/N sorry, short chapter. I wanted to leave it as a cliffhanger. Also, this is weird-earlier today, I came to a realization that James Hetfield is really hot. Sorry, but CMON PEOPLE! HE'S HOT!
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