Bandom One-shots book 3

FINALE

New Year's Eve, 1989 → 1990

Izzy's POV:

The crowd is loud, the music's thumping, and everything feels like it's pulsing through my veins. But the only thing that matters right now, the only thing that makes sense, is the way Duff's hand is wrapped around mine as the clock starts counting down.

We're standing near the bar, surrounded by people who don't matter, people whose names I'll forget in a week. But none of that matters because as the countdown continues, there's only him.

Only him.

"Ten... nine... eight..." the crowd chants, their excitement building.

I glance at Duff, feeling the electricity between us—how we've fought, how we've loved, how we've survived this long together. A year older. A year wiser? Maybe. But at this moment, all I want is him. His touch. His lips.

"Seven... six... five..."

His thumb brushes across my knuckles, sending a jolt through me. His eyes meet mine, soft, searching, like he's making sure I'm still here with him.

I nod, a silent promise.

"Four... three... two..."

And then, just as the countdown hits one, as the clock strikes midnight, I don't wait another second. I pull him close, my lips finding his in a kiss that's everything. It's warmth and comfort. It's chaos and peace. It's everything I've wanted, everything I need, all wrapped up in this moment.

The noise around us disappears. There's no band, no screaming fans, no flashing lights. Just us. Just this kiss. And when I pull back, I see the smile tugging at his lips, that familiar spark in his eyes.

"I love you, man," I whisper.

He presses his forehead against mine, his lips lingering near my ear. "Love you too, Iz."

Steven's POV:

The room is filled with bodies, the lights blinding, but when Axl pulls me into his arms, everything else fades away. There's only him. Only us.

"Ten... nine..." He grins, his hands gripping my waist as he holds me close, and I can feel his heartbeat thumping in sync with mine.

Axl's always been the unpredictable one, the one I couldn't keep up with, but tonight, in his arms, everything makes sense. It's easy. It's right.

"Eight... seven..."

I lean in, brushing my lips against his cheek. He's warm, steady, the anchor I've always needed without even realizing it.

"Six... five..." He breathes in deep, his grip tightening slightly, and I can feel the tension in the air, the desire to finally give in to everything we've been holding back for so long.

"Four... three... two..."

And then, with a final countdown, Axl's lips find mine. The kiss is wild, urgent, everything I've been wanting from him. We've spent so many years pretending, hiding, but this? This kiss is real. This kiss is us finally allowing ourselves to be here, to be together without hesitation.

When we pull back, both of us are breathing heavy, our foreheads resting against each other.

"Happy New Year," he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yeah," I say, grinning back. "Happy fucking New Year."

Slash's POV:

The world's spinning. The sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the chaotic hum of the party blur around me as I watch Eric standing by the door, his smile almost as dazzling as the lights.

We haven't had much time alone lately—between the band, the tour, everything—but right now, in this crowded room, there's only him.

"Ten... nine..." The countdown begins, but my attention is solely on Eric. His eyes flicker over to me, like he's aware of everything, yet none of it matters.

I cross the room in a few strides, pulling him toward me by the arm, just as the countdown reaches one. His lips are soft against mine, the kiss slow and full of promise.

"Happy New Year, babe," he murmurs against my lips, and I chuckle, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

"Best fucking New Year yet," I reply, my voice low, barely a whisper between us.

Mick's POV:

There's something about New Year's Eve that makes everything feel new. It's the promise of a fresh start. A clean slate. And as I stand here, feeling Nikki's hand slide into mine, I can't help but think of all the moments we've shared. The highs, the lows, and everything in between.

The clock ticks down, and I glance over at him. He's staring at me, that mischievous grin never fading from his lips.

"Ten... nine... eight..."

It's hard to believe that all these years later, we're still here. Still together. Through everything, we've never given up on each other.

"Seven... six... five..."

I reach out, cupping his face in my hands, pulling him close. He's warm against me, his scent intoxicating. And when the clock hits one, I kiss him. It's slow, lingering, with all the love I've never been able to say out loud.

When we pull back, I rest my forehead against his. "Happy New Year, Nikki," I whisper.

He smiles, that devilish grin of his. "I knew you'd say that."

Tommy's POV:

I've never been good at patience. But when Vince looks at me the way he does, I can't help but feel like everything I've ever wanted is within reach.

"Ten... nine... eight..." We stand side by side, our fingers brushing together, the connection so easy. So right.

I turn to face him, our lips inches apart, just as the countdown hits one. And I kiss him. Hard. Wild. Every ounce of feeling I've had for him in this lifetime. Our kiss is everything—chaotic, passionate, and exactly what I needed.

When we break apart, I laugh, my hands still gripping him. "Happy New Year, babe," I say, my voice filled with laughter.

"You too, Tommy," he grins, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

As the night continues, with the clock now firmly in 1990, the group shares laughter, drinks, and the kind of quiet moments that are rare on the road. But for each of them—Izzy and Duff, Steven and Axl, Slash and Eric, Mick and Nikki, Tommy and Vince—there's something special about this New Year. The kisses, the love, the shared happiness... It feels like a new beginning, not just for the year ahead, but for their relationships, too.

They're not just rockstars. They're not just lovers. They're a family.

And tonight, they're ready for whatever comes next.

~SEE YOU GUYS IN BOOK 4~