"Get off me, you're crazy!" I grab a sheet wrap it around my waist and then attempt to make a break for it
"Traaaaaav" Whines my girlfriend and I can't stop myself from pausing and turning back to look at her and my God what a sight.
She's sitting up in my bed, her back against the headboard and she is wearing nothing but a sheet that covers her from the waist down, her blond hair tumbles over one shoulder exposing her chest to me and her already plump pout is swollen due to the strenuous exercise its taken part in over the last couple of days.
48 hours ago Taylor and I had sex for the first time and that's pretty much all we have done for the past two days, pausing only to shower together and eat only when absolutely necessary but today I have to work and my insatiable girlfriend isn't taking the news very well
"I have a meeting in 40 minutes Tay, If I skip the shower and the traffic is good i'm still going to be late"
"Well if you're going to be late anyways you might as well be very late with a smile on your face" she moves onto all fours and begins to crawl towards me, knowing my willpower is weak when it comes to her and her body
"Taylor... baby..."
She pushes up onto her knees and pulls her hair over one shoulder before biting on her bottom lip and running a hand in between her breasts and I drop the sheet to the ground and close the gap between us, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards her
"You are a very bad influence on me" I say before taking her lips with mine and surrendering to her the way she knew I would
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"Where the fuck have you been?" Demands Anwar as soon as I enter the room but I just roll my eyes and drop into a seat and crack my knuckles "We've been here every day and you didn't even call to tell us that you weren't going to show up"
I don't want to disclose to the guys that I didn't all because I was too busy enjoying a sex marathon with Taylor so I just shrug and act as though I just don't give a damn
"You guys have as much say as I do, you can't give a yes or no on art work without me holding your hand?"
"They don't take a 'yes or no' from anyone but you" Adds Tom and I take a second to look at the faces of my three band mates, they look seriously pissed off and I feel seriously out of place for the first time since we formed the band. For the first time it feels like them against me and that sets my mind spiralling
The solo contract is beyond any of my wildest dreams and I have been putting off accepting it because I didn't want to leave my friends and let my dad down further but sitting here now it feels as though I have already gone and that changes something in my mind.
I suddenly remember all the things I said to Taylor about living, about having confidence and a voice and following your dreams and here I am sitting in my Little Rock star box afraid to break out and feeling like the biggest hypocrite
"I need to talk to you all"
"Oh here we go" Gabe rolls his eyes and I want to punch him in his stupid looking face
"Travis we don't have time to talk. We have artwork to sign off, a hundred fuckin fonts to look over for the third day in a fuckin row, we have the director of the first video to come in and discuss ideas with..."
"I'm leaving the band" I blurt out "And for the first time that thought sits pretty well in my mind
"What the fuck did you just say?!" Anwar is on his feet and I follow closely behind, preparing for this to get physical
"You heard me, Anwar you guys can do this without me, you don't need me, you never did"
"This is her isn't it? That fuckin pop princess has got in your ear telling you you're too good for us"
"This isn't about Taylor, fuck she doesn't even know, I didn't even know until I got in here..."
He circles the table and then grabs the artwork that is lying there
"We worked our asses off for this album! Put up with all of your prima donna bull shit. You do not just walk away. Do you hear me?!"
Dropping the art to the floor he closes the space between us, hitting me hard and causing me to drop down onto my back
"You are the lead singer of Particular Taste and it fuckin stays that way!" He screams in my face, punching me hard in my stomach and I just lie there, without the will to fight back and look into the facets of the 3 men that have been my brothers for years
"It's over Anwar, after this album I'm gone man"
His fist colliding with my face is the last thing I remember of that day
*please comment and vote, I think this one is coming to an end
