Rockstar - Vince Neil

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VERONICA'S POV:

"Oh my God, Vince, that was so funny," I said sprawling myself out on the bed, calming myself down from my fit of laughter.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt your elbow?" He said concerned, making his way over to the bed after he'd kicked off his boots.

He really did seem to care.

"No of course not," I smiled reassuringly.

Vince bent down from the side of the bed, he stroked his hands down my legs until he reached my feet and began untying my laces, drunkenly swaying whilst he did.

"You can sleep in my bed," he whispered.

I contemplated if that meant he wasn't going to be sleeping in his own bed, which was massively disappointing.

"What about you?" I asked as he pulled off one boot.

"The couch is surprisingly comfortable," he chuckles.

"Hey you can sleep in here you know?" I reply, suddenly feeling bad for staying over and taking his bed away from him.

"It's okay, I'm a duvet hogger," he laughed but I was sure that wasn't the real reason. Maybe he'd just decided I was really gross.

"Do you need something to change into?" He asked whilst scanning his eyes up and down me in my dress.

"Actually yeah, do you have a t-shirt?" I asked.

He turned around and threw over a large shirt but it was too dark in the room to see what it was. I sat up to catch it and held it over my stomach, after mentally convincing myself  that Vince was repulsed by me. That's surely the only reason a rockstar would refuse to sleep in the same bed as you.

"You got everything you need?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Yup, he was totally repulsed by me, he can't wait to get out the room.

"Hey Vince? I'm just gonna head home actually," I sat up, reaching forward to grab the shoes he'd just pulled off me.

"What?" He snapped with a frown, "no don't be ridiculous!"

"No, no. Honestly I'm only five minutes away and I really don't want to be a pain," I said, feeling really stupid.

"Babe, don't be stupid, you're not," Vince said softly but I continued to drunkenly struggle to put my shoes back on.

Vince knelt down on the floor, opposite where I was sat on the bed and put his hands over mine, that we're battling with my shoe laces. I refused to look up at him in my state of overthinking, so he put his finger under my chin and lifted it up so my eyes had no choice but to meet his.

"I want you to stay, I want to make sure you're safe," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

"What do you mean really!" He laughed, "of course I do".

I dropped my head into my hands, disappointed in myself for letting my thoughts get the better of me... again. Even Vince had picked up on it, like he mentioned earlier this evening.

"Hey, what's wrong babe?" He asked as I held my head in my hands.

"I wish I didn't always think the worst all the time," I opened up, conscious he'd already noticed it. Thanks to the alcohol.

"Hey," he whispered softly, getting up from the floor and sitting beside me. Shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. He put his hand on my wrist and pulled my hands down from my face, then he lifted my head up with his finger again, directing my gaze to meet his.