I Hate You, Don't Leave Me (D.L)

A Picture Can Say A Thousand Words, Silently

Lindsey car pulled up outside a set of huge open gates. Parking his car, Lindsey looked out of the window. Demi had certainly done well for herself; the house was gorgeous. He got out of the car and walked towards the gates, where Demi stood waiting for him. “Let’s go in. We’ll get cold standing out here.” “In L.A.? Never! It’s the hottest city in the world. Hot weather and full of hot people.” Demi giggled at Lindsey’s love for his home city as they walked into her huge abode. Once inside, Lindsey saw that the house was just a beautiful inside as it was outside. It was decked out in real rock star furnishings, with a colour scheme of black and cream. Demi went around lighting scented candles, which Lindsey had no doubt were presents from Stevie. Lindsey preoccupied himself by looking at the dozens of photos Demi had hanging on a wall of her living room. Familiar face smiled at him; Stevie was a common face in the photos, as well as the other three members of Fleetwood Mac, their producers, Paul McCartney and others. Lindsey looked closely at one of Demi with John Lennon. “That was taken the day before his 40th birthday. Two months later, he was dead.” Lindsey looked at Demi, who had joined him at the wall. “You never told me you knew John Lennon. We were together then too.” “I’ve known all of The Beatles since I was really young. It was George who taught me how to play the guitar and Paul was the first person who ever told me I could sing. John always taught me to never let anyone change who I am. And Ringo… Well he was just really funny.” Lindsey smiled. “You aren’t mad, are you? That I knew him and didn’t tell you?” Demi asked. “No… I’m just glad I know someone who knew a great man like John Lennon.” Demi rested a gentle hand on Lindsey’s shoulder. “He was a really great man, Linds. You would have really liked him. I told him all about you.” “And?” Lindsey asked, extremely interested to hear what a Beatle had to say about him. “He said that he hoped you’d take care of me. Always.” Demi replied quietly. Lindsey looked away and back up at the wall. “How’s Stevie?” Lindsey asked, looking at the first photo ever taken of Demi and Stevie together. “She’s fine. Haven’t you seen her?” Demi asked, walking into the kitchen. Lindsey frowned when he noticed that there weren’t any photos of him on Demi’s wall, but let it pass. “We’re not exactly on the best terms right now.” Lindsey replied, following Demi into the kitchen. “Things haven’t changed, then? Oh well, never mind. How about some wine to cheer us up?” Demi asked, holding up two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. Lindsey grinned. “Pour me a big one.” He replied.

Lindsey followed Demi around her house, both of them slightly tipsy from the two bottles of red wine that they had drank in the past 2 hours. Demi was currently giving Lindsey a tour of her new home and they had just arrived at her bedroom door. “Hey, hey, listen.” Lindsey said, his speech slightly slurred. Demi looked up at him blearily. “Why – why – why aren’t there any photos of me on your wall downstairs? No me, but there’s fucking Rod Stewart.” Demi smiled knowingly, if not somewhat drunkenly. She opened her bedroom door and led Lindsey in. Lindsey, no matter how drunk he was, couldn’t help but see all the photos of him and Demi. There were polaroid pictures of them everywhere, and he remembered taking every single one. There were properly developed photos in frames and a few on the walls too. “Demi, I…” Lindsey began to cry silent tears. “You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you? You’re my favourite person in the world to take photos of.” Demi said, setting her glass and the wine bottle on her vanity. She took Lindsey’s glass of him and sat it down too. When she saw him crying, she put her arms around him and soothed him. “Shh. It’s alright. It’s okay.” The soothing turned to a tight embrace, and the tight embrace turned to a few pecks on the cheek. The pecks on the cheek turned to a kiss full of built up passion and that turned into a long due session of intense lovemaking, that lasted for hours, long after the sun had risen over the Hollywood hills.