Heartbreaker [h.s.]

Chapter Eleven*

The time has come, the day is here. We were finally leaving for tour in 2 days. I can't believe I made it this long under so much pressure without bursting at the seams.

So many times I wanted to throw in the towel and call it quits.

Honestly, I couldn't do this with the support of Eva. Every night after I returned to our apartment almost in tears, she gave me a rousing pep talk, plying me with wine and pizza to sit and actually talk through my own personal doubts. With so many rehearsals back to back, working at the center 4 days a week teaching, i was worried my fingers would start to bleed.

Meeting after meeting, everything was finalized and I could finally see some sort of light at the end of a very tiresome and dark tunnel.

This is what I was working towards, what I've given my blood sweat and tears to. Literally. I have the tiniest amount of faith that this will all work out, that feeling being the only thing getting me to go to the party planned for us at The Harbor Hideout with Stephen arranging the whole thing, and you do not say no to that man. Thankfully, it's at a place I've come to enjoy after a hellish day with the boys, so I knew I'd be somewhat comfortable.

The bartender Davina was as sweet as can be with a fire in her belly that rivaled even my own. The three of us got along perfectly and it was nice having another friend. Well, acquaintance? I don't know what to call her to be honest, but I'm hoping the three stooges are on their best behavior tonight and don't embarrass me.

I fluff up my curls and set them with hairspray feeling satisfied with my look for tonight. Eva emerged from my bedroom closet wearing one of my bousties, the black satin material hugging her frame nicely as she pushed her boobs up as high as they'll go. "Eva I don't think your tits are going to go any higher in the top."

"Oh fuck off." She gripes. "Should I go with a skirt, or jeans?" Picking up two articles of clothing off the floor she holds them up to me. One a pair of distressed black jeans and a ruby red leather skirt. I gesture to her left hand. "Jeans, all the way."

She examines the materials in her hand and scrunches her face. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I wouldn't tell you to wear something that wouldn't look good!" I adjusted my white tee with Sex With You Sucks across the front to make sure everything was in place.