Jack carried me all the way to the bus with alex following sloppily behind. i took this moment to look at everything whilst i was upside down. Alex looked soo weird. ha. like usual.
"alright you fat shit were here." Jack plomps my body down on something bouncy and comfy. a gush of dizzyness takes over and i all of a sudden feel light headed. noise comes from every direction in the room, as my eyes open slowly adjusting to the sight, then i realise were in the bus.
"Harper, good to see you." a large tattooed hand reaches out for mine. i grab it and use his strength to pull myself up, i pat myself down to smoothen my clothes before meeting his gaze.
"ah mike! you alright man?" i smile bringing him into a hug. his hand rubs my back and we release.
"yeah im great. everythings awesome apart from mr moody bitch over there" he leans to his left as i look over his shoulder to see Vic slounged on the sofa, looking depressed as fuck with a beer can in his hand. i bring my gaze back to his when Jaime intterupts.
"whoa thanks for saying hi!" he blurts out, smiling at the same time. Ive grown really fond of Hime. he pulls me into a bone crushing hug as his areoma takes over. his smell is weet, yet spicy.
"how are ya?" he asks handing me a beer. i crack it open and the liquid squirts out everywhere. getting in my hair and on my clothes.
"JAIME!!" I screech, but laughing at the same time. his laugh just makes me laugh all the more.
"you fell for the oldest trick in the book you douche!" he laughs again taking the beer can from me.
"here im sure i have some clothes." he shows me around the back of the tour bus when Tony arrives.
"Hey Harp." he smiles looking through the draws in the back.
"hey Tone." i state simply. Jaime comes back with some clothes that i snatch out of his hand playfully giving him a death glare.
"we'll be in the back. shots after!" his voice fading as he goes back to the party.
i run into the bathroom as i rush to get changed. jaimes clothes fit snug actually. i leave the bathroom and enter the party again. im greeted by everyone. and i mean everyone. i hardly new em. Oli Sykes introduced himself, Kellin Quinn and the rest of his band, along with you me at six. i didnt know anybody else.
to be honest i was getting pretty bored. everyone kept mentioning how famous our band is, and how famous ive got.
why do they say that? i mean im just the same as them. i started singing at a young age, then started playing gigs. and then got signed. im no different?
thoughts cascade my head as i grab a bottle lf jack daniels and slouch on the sofa, sighing loudly.
"shit day?" Vic voice is sudden and enough to make me jump. spilling my drink, again.
"Shit the bed victor you scared the crap out of me dude." i giggle lightly wiping away the liquid.
"i uhh, sorry" he laughed taking the bottle of me whilst i wipe. i was slln done, and i grabbed thd bottle back of Vic, well tried. he just kept doing that thing where you try grab it and they move away. i pout and do my best puppy eyes. he takes a huge gulp of the liquid squinting his eyes, after it enters his system.
"please Vic gimme my drink!" i become restless and start climbing on top of Vic to get it. before i realise im stradling his thighs and my boobs are in his face, whilst my arms frantically reach for the bottle.
"yes!" i finally get my hands on what i want when his hands rest on my thighs. our eyes meet, but with a bang. his brown, minstrel eyes make mine look like nothing. it took me a few seconds to realise what was going ln. then i realised that i was straddling him.
my boobs must of been in his face.
what if im to fat for his liking?
ergh what if he can grab my love handles?
im lost in my own thought as Vics breath humms over my lips catching me off guard. my eyes draw down to stare at his plump lips as i bite my own.
"Erm excuse me what the fuck is going on here?" a girly squeaky voice caught me off guard when alex helps me off vic. the sight of this female was just disgusting.
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Hearts on fire. (A Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)
Fanfictionliving a rock and roll lifestyle is, not simple. Nor easy. Harper has been through some tough times. Hell and back. and, which ofcourse.. some scars still remain. She's handed her heart out, to only get it back in pieces. She's a fierce girl. hone...