I Hate You More

Fuck it I'm In

Remington

"No that's sick," Andrew smiled, "just try it one more time. Just like that."

I nodded my head, and watched him press the space button to begin the recording. Then, I came in with my vocals.

If misery loves company, oh get the hell out of my house
Won't you please just look at me?
Oh, why'd you let me under your blouse

My singing was cut off by a loud knock sounding from above us.

"What the fuck?" I grumbled.

"Were we expecting someone?" Andrew asked nervously.

"No," Emerson shrugged, "but it sounds urgent."

I scoffed as the knock sounded again.

"Jesus," Sebastian sighed, "maybe we should check on that."

I placed the headphones I was wearing on the computer desk, "Fuck this shit."

I stomped up the stairs and threw the front door open, "What the fuck- Harlen. Hey."

My voice softened immediately as I saw her face. God damn it. She still had me in the palm of her fucking hand.

"Cut the bull shit." She sneered as she pushed past me.

"Sure you can come in," I rolled my eyes, "can I help you? Or are you just barging in for the fucking hell of it."

"Who gave you the fucking right Remington?" She asked coldly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Harlen took out her phone, and played the clip that I posted on my story earlier.

"What the fuck is this?" She screamed.

"Woah," Emerson said hastily, "what's going on?"

"This mother fucker took an argument we had and made a fucking song about it."

"That's the whole fucking point of my job Harlen," I shouted, "to take shit I've been through and write about it. Jesus fuck!"

"Get the hell out of my house," She stared quoting the lyrics in my story, "won't you please just look at me, why'd you let me under your blouse?"

I ran my hand through my hair out of stress.

"Can we just calm down for a minute?" Sebastian spoke up.

"Do you really regret it? Because that's what it feels like." Her question came out softly, and broken.

I opened my mouth to respond. All I wanted to do was tell her no, and take it all back but, nothing was coming out. My silence sent her down the stairs, and into the basement, where we had been recording.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, as I followed suit.

"Let's make it real," She scoffed before turning to the man who was still sitting at the computer, "Andrew right?"

Andrew nodded slowly, "Um. Hi?"

"Hit the fucking button."

Andrew did what he was told causing me to smack him upside the head, "Ow! What the fuck?"

"Me what the fuck," I muttered, "you what the fuck!"

I watched as Harlen listened to what we had intently, and I swear I have never seen her that pissed in my life. After the track finished she put on the headphones, and lowered the microphone to her mouth, "start at the second verse."

Andrew nodded, and again followed the instructions.

You always change right behind my back
When we're face to face, I'm always the one to crack

I came back in for the beginning of the chorus.

If misery loves company

She came back in.

Oh, get the hell out of my house

It was my turn again.

Won't you please just look at me

We alternated lines for the chorus.

Oh Why'd I let you under my blouse
If misery loves company
Oh, get the hell out of my house
Won't you please just look at me
Oh, Why'd I let you under my blouse

I took a step back as the intro to the second verse played, and Harlen took it in an instant.

Was this mess all your creation
Or did I just embrace temptation
Some things just cannot be undone
Tell me now are you happy with what we've be come

I couldn't take my eyes off of hers. I saw nothing but pain, and anger. I stepped back up to the mic.

You always change right behind my back
When we're face to face, I'm always the one to crack

We got through the entire song, and after She sang the last line, the room was silent.

(a/n: idk if you've seen paradise city but I imagine this scene being like it was between Johnny and Lilly in the show)

"Holy shit." Emerson breathed out.

"Guys I think we got that in one take!" Andrew smiled.

"What," I choked out, "no. Harlen wasn't meant to be on this song."

"Well she is now," Sebastian scoffed, "Harlen. You're coming on tour with us. Right?"

"I don't know about that." She sighed.

"You have to," Emerson shouted, "first of all, Jenni made a commitment to tour with another band before we got offered to open this tour, and second, everyone wants you back on the road with us!"

"They're not wrong," I sighed, earning a glare from her. I really fucked up, "what? It doesn't matter what I post, it could be a picture of a fucking pig, and most of the comments are asking when you're coming back to the band."

"I thought you didn't want me in the band?" She smiled sarcastically.

"We're not doing this shit," I snapped, "are you in or not?"

The smile dropped from her face and she rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"Fuck it. I'm in."