Authors note!
Hi guys, so I'm back at school today and soon I'll be doing my final exams...! So this does mean I won't be able to update as regularly as I have been for the past couple of weeks, however I will update as often as I can!
That is an absolute promise!
Please, please bare with me, I know you guys are going to love what I have in store for this story!****
"Thank you David." I say with a smile and put my denim jacket on, after a minute of watching people walk past us, I finally speak up: "I should find a hotel or something..." I mumble after dinner.
"Don't you mean we...?" David smirks to me. "I'm not going back in that apartment...!" He chuckles but I sigh.
This was so sad, that we both had horrible partners but we never left them.
"Ok fine, but I want separate rooms, and if that can't happen then separate beds." I say strictly.
"My little rebel, are you forgetting who you're with. You're with David Bowie, I can get us the penthouse of any hotel you fancy. Take your pick." He puts his arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer to him as we walk down the street together. His shades were on, even in the dark night of New York, but he would've been in every paper if he was spotted with an English girl from south London.
We picked the closest hotel there was and David told me to wait outside for a minute. He told me to come into the hotel in 5 minutes. I waited impatiently in the cold and then walked in.
The hotel was grand and beautiful, red carpets flooded the place, champagne, caviar...
David takes my hand and takes me into an elevator, it was just the two of us... He finally takes his shades off and puts them in his coat pocket.
"David I feel so awkward and out of place here..." I tell him.
"Why my darling?" He asks worriedly.
"I don't belong in a place like this, I belong in a scruffy B&B in Scotland or something... Not New York." I say sadly.
He lifts my chin with one finger effortlessly and smirks. "Are you complaining?"
"No." I breathe and close my eyes and purse my lips.
"Good." He mutters inches away from my face.
A ding noise sounds in our evaluator and David leans out. "Ah, here we are. This is our floor."
I open my eyes and fold my arms stubbornly. "What?" He asks looking at my stern face.
"That was teasing." I spit.
"You're the one that said you wanted separate rooms, I'm just obeying your rules." He winks and smiles his crooked smile.
The penthouse was even more modern then David's apartment, long, white leather sofas, an electric fireplace and best of all, the New York skyline was in full view no matter where you stood in the penthouse.
"Here's your room." David says with a smirk.
Inside was a big double bed with purple velvet covers and fairy lights. Mirrors hung from all four walls and a large dresser was in one corner of the room.
"Thanks." I mutter beginning to regret the decision of separate rooms...
"Well, goodnight Ros!" David says with a crooked smile and I turn around to him.
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1974 - A David Bowie Fanfic.
FanfictionThe year is 1974 and Rosalind Chester is an 18 year old girl who is in love with one of the biggest rockstar's of that time, along with a million other David Bowie fans... When Ros decides it's time to leave home to live in Brixton, her whole world...