Loving The Rock star (Lesbian Story)

Bonus Chapter

This takes place after Lily and Taylor last see each other. It's in Taylor's POV. This chapter is really only for one person because no one bothered to comment and tell me what they wanted, so if you're disappointed with how this came out then that's your fault. Should have given an idea. However, I hope everyone enjoys. I'll be updating Back to Black, hopefully, tomorrow night.

My feet briskly take me away to any place that isn't in a 10 mile radius of her. We live in the city so I choose to be realistic. Facing Lily like that and hearing her move on was ten times harder than I ever expected it to be. She has a girlfriend, one who isn't me.

Feeling all of the emotion well up inside and scratching to come out, I immediately get back to my apartment and turn to my art corner. It's my only place for solace. With an easel on one side and some clay next to it, I decide beating on some clay may be the cure. I furiously take it in my hands and envision Lily's girlfriend as the mound in my hand. My fingers squish at it, using all of my strength to work through it. The head that I conjured starts to laugh at me and mock my incompetence.

Like one would through a football, I launch Lily's girlfriend across the room. It lands with a thump somewhere near my front door. I keel over. Ruined. Finished. Tears spill out of me without warning and nothing will stop them. Even the very breathe I take in can't seem to find its way out. My own hand betrays me when it balls into a fist to bear a hole into my innocent white wall.

"Why?" I cry out in sobs. With no one to hear me, I'm trapped in my own prison cell for the terrible crime I've committed. I couldn't be everything she wanted. I couldn't be what she needed. Instead, she's found someone else to fill that role. My body rocks back and forth in fetal position. The heartache is unbearable and the loss is profound. The death of a family member is hard because it's not your fault but too lose a love is all someone's fault. My fault.

My hands beat down again but this time on the wooden floor. Like a toddler throwing a tantrum over a toy, I lose myself. My whole being becomes possessed by the emotion inside. I'll never get Lily back because now there's no chance. She's moved on and has someone else. Meanwhile, I'm a wreck.

I lay their allowing every feeling to flow through me like electricity but not leave. The pitter patter of rain on my grimy window reveals a storm outside.

Strong hands find their way onto my body and I back away in fear. With my back now resting against the wall, I look up to see Ben standing there, befuddled. With my hair in disarray and my cheeks reddened by tears, this is a classic Taylor look. I'm sure he's to assume that drugs or some other dramatic problem extremely inappropriate for someone of my age to have is the case. He's seen it before.

As silent sobs rack my body, his composed expression surveys me. I wait for him to say something, anything. Instead, he turns on his heel.

"You're just going to leave? You're going to leave like she did? Fine, go find a new singer. Everyone seems to want to replace me these days," I shout. His figure unexpectedly disappears towards the bathroom.

Without even sending a glance my way, he mutters over his shoulder, "Oh will you be quiet. I'm going to find a fucking towel. You've got paint everywhere."

He comes back shortly with supplies and the still fully composed expression. His curly locks get in the way as he kneels down to tend to me. "You're a mess." He works the cloth across my face with gentle flicks of the wrist. I suddenly feel shooting pain from the adrenaline leaving my system. Both my knuckles are bloody but the one that punched a hole in my poor wall is worse.

"Did you get into a fight with Mark's abs? Here, let me see." He lays a cold damp cloth on top of them and it soothes the pain a little but stings. Surprisingly, he drops everything and takes me into his arms. My head falls onto his chest immediately.

We stayed like that, silent and unmoving. The storm continued on and now I could feel his wet hair. Finally, I broke it. "I couldn't give her any love at first. Then, it all came at once and now I'm fucked."

I feel his chest vibrate with laughter, "She'd probably die to know what just happened here. Please tell me why there was clay all over the hallway?" His fingers found their way into my hair and I findd peace with them there.

"I um, I don't like to be replaced," I mutter, "I sort of got carried away." Artists are definitely too emotional for their own good. I couldn't just scream into a pillow.

He pulls back to look me in the eyes, "Well I'll remind the guys to never let you get a hold of our 'new lead singer' ads then." A wink reassures me that he's joking. My band mates are really big on the ruthless humor and destroying each other's self-esteems. It's kind of our thing.

With a deep sigh and a lot of effort, I get up from the dusty floor and help Ben do the same. "Can we pretend like this didn't happen?" I ask embarrassed.

"Don't I always keep your secrets?" His calloused hand rests on my shoulder and I truly feel grateful to have Ben in my life. I'm grateful for all the guys really because I know if the other ones walked in instead, they would have done the same thing.

Even though Lily is with someone else, I will continue to live my life as planned. I can't become a mess or a broken fragment of a former self. She wouldn't want that and I don't want that. I need to move on an focus on the real things that matter-music.

I push Ben a little and crack a smile, "Why did you come here anyway?"