Classic Rock Oneshots/Imagines/Preferences (Book 2)

Mick Jagger#1

Y/n= Your Name

Warning: Profanities, Abuse, and mentions of alcohol

{Side note, I am no way romanizing any kind of abuse. Please remember, you are not alone. Please seek professional help!}

{Mick's POV}

Empty, that's how I feel. Empty, that's how it's been. Empty, that's how lonely I've been with the situation. Signs, yet, I didn't realized it till now. Maybe because she's attractive, maybe because she can be so kind and lovely at times. Or maybe, because I'm in love with her. That's why, I haven't left. I can't leave her, I tried to. But I failed many, many times. With that "angelic" face of hers, that "angelic" personality she shows outside to the world. Inside though, she's a devil. Heartless, cruel, she-devil person.

"What's with that long face of yours?" I snapped out of my deep thoughts. "Hello?" I tense up and I feel shivers down my spine, that voice I have to hear every single day. It frightens me. She frightens me. "Mick." She said sternly. I gulped and hesitantly look at her. "N- nothing. I um- felt a little lightheaded that's all." She glares at me and I smile nervously. Praying that she believes me.

She looks at me up and down and scoffs. "I hope it's nothing serious, I don't want your little 'headache' of yours ruined my night. I get to meet many celebrities and I don't tend to go home soon." I just nod. I just want her to leave me alone. She crossed her arms and look around and sigh and walked away. I breath out, relief that she left. Well, I thought she left. A few minutes later, she came back with a water bottle and hand it to me.

"Here, drink it. Usually people who have headaches is because they didn't drink enough water. I think that's what you need." I hesitate for a moment. She suck her teeth and force me to grab it. "My god, I'm trying to help and you're acting like a little bitch." She snarled. There it is. First, she's all mean, then nice, and then mean again. I told you. Frightening. She sighs and runs her hand on her hair, and I look at her. Waiting for her next move, waiting for what she'll say next.

Nothing. She looks at me one last time, and finally leaves me alone. I sigh on relief and drank all of the water from the bottle. I definitely need it, after all. It's her who caused me a headache. Before we left to the party, angry about something and I was trying to help. She pushed me hard enough, hitting my head on the wooden door. Not only that, when that happened she said and I quote; "Don't touch me, I don't need your fucking help. If I did, I would of asked, wouldn't I? God, you're such an annoying little shit!" Just thinking about it hurts my head again.

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It's two o'clock in the morning now. I'm tired, and I have to wake up early to head to the studio. I would of left earlier since I didn't want to go to party to begin with, but Y/n demanded that I'm going with her. And when you say no, be prepared for a slap on the face. I stood up from the couch and wander to look for her. Sure enough at the backyard, she was there. With a Jack Daniel's on her hand. She was with Paul Stanley, Keith Richard my bandmate, and some girl I don't know. Though, she looks comfy around Paul's arms. Girlfriend perhaps, maybe even a fan. I don't know, and I don't care. I just want to go home.

"There's Mick, hey man, come join us. Where have you been all night?" Keith slurred. I walks towards them and force myself to smile. "The living room, just sitting." Everyone nod, understanding. Y/n just took a sip from her bottle, not acknowledging me at all. I hope it stays that way. "Aren't y- you tired, Y/n?" I asked. I didn't want to tell her straight away that I want to go home or else. She look at me me, unfazed and said "If I was I would of told you." I don't know why, but everyone laugh. I think it's because they're drunk.