You Could Be Mine

Axl- Part 7

Axl
My hands shake as I put my cigarette to my lips again. "Stop worrying Ax. I'm sure he's fine. It's Slash!" Izzy assures me, shaking my shoulder gently. "Yeah." I say, inhaling more smoke. Duff and Steven join Izzy and I at the hotel lobby. "Have you guys heard from Slash?" I ask, hope tearing my heart apart. Duff shakes his head no. "Nah. I haven't heard from him since we last saw each other." Duff says, taking my cigarette and putting it to his lips. Steven smiles that big smile of his and pats my head. "It's alright Axie. Why ya so worried about Slash?" he asks, taking my cigarette back from Duff and handing it to me. "He's been gone since yesterday. I haven't heard from him at all." I say, my cigarette instantly against my lips again. Steven hugs my head, patting the sides of my face. "It's ok. Slasher'll be alright. He's a big strong guy. He'll be ok." Steven assures me, but I couldn't listen to him. I felt as though it was my fault he ran off. I wasn't usually a sentimental guy but losing Slash... it was different. To say I was scared was an understatement. "He probably ran off to fuck some chick or something." Duff says matter of factly, resting his arm on Izzy's head. Izzy pushes him away, swatting at his arm. "Yeah. Yeah probably." I say, nodding my head. "Axl. Really, he's fine. I'm one hundred percent sure he's alright." Izzy says, smiling warmly at me. I nod my head again, looking towards the door. A few people walk through the door but known of them are Slash. I sigh, shutting my eyes. "I feel like this is my fault." I whisper, biting my bottom lip. "Ax." Izzy whispers, hugging me tightly. "It's not your fault. Just relax!" he says, squeezing my shoulder. I nod my head, trying to listen to what he says. I look up at the door and see Slash stumbling in. "Slash!" I call out, jumping out of my seat and running towards him. I ran into his arms, squeezing him tightly. "Jesus Slash. You scared the shit out of me." I whisper, a tear escaping my eye. Slash hugs me back, holding me tightly. "Slash!" I hear Steven yell out. My tears stop and I push him away. "You fucking bastard!" I yell, punching his stomach. Slash bends over, clutching his stomach. "Piece of shit!" he yells back, trying to hit me. I move away from his hit, my anger starting to boil inside me. Izzy grabs my arm and pulls me away. "Relax Rose." he warns, holding me tightly. "This bitch had me worried for hours and he thinks he has the right to just walk in here? Where have you been, bastard?" I ask, fuming, Izzy grabs onto both of my arms, holding me back tightly. Slash straightens up, his dark brown eyes meeting mine. "I ran off after..." he pauses and looks at me. "I went to a bar and found some chick. Ended up sleeping in." Slash says, walking past me. I try to get to him but Izzy holds onto me. "Fucker! Let me go!" I yell out, a woman rushes past us. I hear people talking quietly behind me. I start to calm down and Izzy let's me go. "Don't hurt Slash." Izzy warns, pointing a finger at me before walking away to join Steven and Duff. I follow him and join the others. "Where's Slash?" I ask, Duff raising his eyebrow to that. "Went back to the room. Please don't hurt him. I don't want to look for a new guitarist." Duff says, looking back over at Steven. I roll my eyes and walk away, starting to head back to our hotel room. I shut my eyes for a moment in the elevator, trying to keep calm. The door opens and I leave the elevator, walking down the hall. I find Slash trying to open up the door. "Fuck!" he groans, giving up on the door. He notices me and backs away. "Hey, look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." Slash says, putting his hands up in defense. I walk to him and hug him again. He hesitantly hugs me back. "I'm sorry for punching you." I whisper, pulling away. Slash smiles at me softly. "Do ya have the key?" he asks, rubbing his head nervously. I roll my eyes and pull out my key. I open the door and hold it open for Slash. "Thanks." he mumbled, walking in and immediately taking off his shirt and pants. "Really? Do you have to strip in front of me?" I ask, rolling my eyes again. "I'm not completely naked yet." he smirks, starting to pull down his boxers. "No! Stop!" I yell, covering my eyes. "Too late!" I hear him yell out. I uncover my eyes and see him running away, buck ass naked, his boxers thrown on the floor. "Fucking bitch!" I yell at him, laughing. I kick away his boxers and walk into my room. I grab my lyric book from off my nightstand and take it with me to my bed. I start to read through some of the lyrics, adding onto them. I hear Slash clear his throat. I look up and see him standing at my doorway, wearing gray boxers and a black Metallica shirt. "Yes?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "I wanted to talk to you." he mutters, slowly creeping into my room. "You can come in. I'm not mad anymore." I reply, looking back down at my notebook. Slash walks into my room, and sits at the edge of my bed. "Go on Slasher. I'm listening." I say, picking up my pencil and scribbling down random lyrics. "So um. What was that kiss?" he asks. I look up to meet his eyes. Shit. Did he have to ask about this now? "What about it?" I ask, looking back down at my notebook. "I don't know. I mean... what happened?" Slash asks again, looking down at his hands. I scribble random words in my notebook and set it down. "I don't know. It was just a kiss. Nothing to talk about really." I say, trying to ignore the fact that we had kissed and I knew it wasn't just nothing. "But Ax, did it feel like nothing?" he presses, his big brown eyes pouting. "Slash, it was just a kiss. Drop it." I say, searching for my box of cigarettes. "Axl, look at me and tell me, did you feel anything?"
"Saul! Just fucking drop it, ok?" I yell out, shocked by it. He stares at me, mouth hanging slightly open. "I-I'm sorry." he stutters, getting up to walk away again. "Wait Slash, I didn't mean it. Don't leave." I say, starting to stand up. Slash turns back to look at me, sadness creeping in his eyes. He turns away and walks out of my room. "Shit." I whisper, quickly getting out of my bed. I run after Slash, who's walking back into his room. "Wait Slash." I call for him, stopping a few feet away from him. "What now Axl?" he asks, turning towards me again. I hesitantly step towards him again. "I... it... it wasn't nothing." I mumble under my breath, closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around him again. "What?" Slash asks, stroking my hair softly. "Nothing." I whisper, looking up at him. I get onto my tiptoes and press my forehead against his, our eyes locked onto each other. "Was it nothing, Ax?" Slash repeats, closing his eyes. "I don't know." I answer, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for running off." Slash says, hugging me tightly. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." I respond, pulling away for a second. "You-you should get some rest. We have a show tonight." I say, hugging Slash once again. "Ok." he answers, his breathing soft. "Good." I say, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Happy New Year's Eve everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it took a bit to get it right but here it is!- Adler ❤️