Drifting Back [Fanfiction G-Eazy] Book 1

Hangover

Daniella POV

It felt like my heart was in my head when the persistent alarm started going off. How the fuck did I even get home. I groaned and turned it off before taking out my contacts and putting on my glasses for once. My eyes were killing me. I headed downstairs, clicked the coffee button before beginning my normal routine till I heard snoring in the guest bedroom. Ellie was wrapped in the blanket like a burrito which I began to shake.

"Up! Up! We gotta go to work." She whinned as I did before she sighed and got out of the bed, blindly walking to the guest bedroom shower. "You can borrow some clothes!" I hollered before walking to my room and taking the usual scalding hot shower. Like clockwork we arrived at 9am on the dot, coffees in hand. "Cancel all my meetings today. I'm way too hungover."

"Don't have to tell me twice boss." She sat down at her desk as I walked into my office, grabbing a few papers before heading to the studio. I needed to call a few clients and move around a few things. To my surprise there laid a sleeping giant on the sofa, his iconic leather jacket as a blanket. Gosh he looked at peace when he slept. The circles under his eyes told me a much different story as to how he really felt. I remember Ellie telling me she'd told him about Devon, he was probably heart broken. I silently walked back to my office, grabbing the blanket off the sofa and going back to the studio. The blanket wasn't long enough to cover all of him, but it sufficed. He moved around slightly, his eyes opened wide when he noticed it was me.

"Sorry..." I whispered in a excamitory tone before he chuckled. "Did you stay here the whole night?" He shook his head and stretched before pulling the blanket up a little more.

"Nah I got in here early and just got super sleepy. Is that coffee?"

" Yeah, but it's a bit cold. Would you like one? I know a great place right across the street." He nodded and sat up, now stretching his back before putting on his leather jacket and going over to the board. Clicking a few button.

"I'll show you the songs I got so far when we get back."

"Ight." He followed me past the snoozing Ellie and to the elevator which we took down to the lobby. We crossed the street and made it into the cafe. I ordered a cappuccino and black berry scone. Gerald ordered a black coffee and a blue berry muffin before we sat and waited. "I'm sorry about last night I was wrecked." He chuckled and shook his head.

"It's alright. You didn't kick me in the nuts like that one time." I laughed before covering my face slightly as I turned red.

"O gosh. Yes that was awful. How did your night go?"

"Devon and I broke up again. Hopefully for good."

" Why?"

" She was fucking some guy in the bathroom." My eyes got wide before looking down.

"Wow I'm sorry Ger..." In truth I was glad someone else had broken the news.

"It's not a big deal... I mean her and I... we constantly cheat on each other... We got an open relationship, but for some reason last night I just got fed up with it ya know?" He glanced at me as I nodded. Our food and coffees being delivered to the table. I moaned at the taste of food filling my empty stomach.

" Yeah... But do what makes you happy." He nodded and sipped at his coffee, eating like a bird in regards to the muffin.

"I think being single for awhile is good for me."

" Just don't get a STD." He laughed as did I before shoving the last piece of scone in my mouth. "For real that shit is nasty."

"You're a goof."

"I try." I smirked before grabbing my coffee, he tossed the other half of his muffin, a whine coming from me. "I totally could have eaten that Ger.

"Sorry D, it wasn't good anyways." I huffed and followed him back across the street, in the elevator, and back to the studio where we plopped down. I adjusted my glasses and settled in, grabbing his laptop and scrolling through. I listened to the intro, Random, Me Myself and I, and You Got Me before nodding. Then I clicked on Sad Boy. He tensed slightly and looked away as I listened. So it was true then. I was right, he wasn't happy. He was sinking in the fame.

"Umm those are really good Gerald. You know..." I sat the laptop down and looked at him. "I'm here to talk... But I won't push." He glanced at me before nodding and taking his laptop.

"When Marty gets in I should have two more finished..."

"Take your time. Listen I got a client, Britney Spears. She's got this song and she needs a rapper in it, maybe you'll be up for it? I mean the whole songs done, just gotta do your bit." I stood and wandered over to the closet, grabbing my laptop and sitting down as I hooked it up to the board and began playing the song labeled Make Me. Gerald bobbed his head along before just beginning to freestyle.

"I don't care if it's a random person or the biggest star
Out in Vegas or little bars
Really not a difference if it's near or far"

He started staring at me with that look. That troublemaker look that I couldn't my eyes off of as he rapped.

"Listen, here we are; need you
I've always wondered what was off limits
Staring at you til I'm caught in this
Back and forth like this was all tennis
I'm all jealous, you came with someone
But we could tell that there's changes coming
See I could tell that you're a dangerous woman
That means you're speaking my language, come on
Now follow me, let's go
Like Penelope in "Blow"
Well worth the stealing you, it's a felony, yeah I know
That's why they keep on telling me to let go, yeah
But I need you and I can take you
All the way and I'm able
To give you something sensational, so let's go, yeah
Said I need you and I can take you
All the way and I'm able
So follow me and I can make you" thank God I was recording this, because in all honestly it was perfect. Our faces were too close for comfort and I couldn't blame alcohol. Thankfully Marty stumbled in to save the day.

"Marty!" I grinned and quickly got up. "Yeah you know Gerald that was great, just record it and send it to me upstairs I'll send it to Britney."

"Uh... Yeah... Thanks D." I smiled and rushed out of the room and to my office, sitting down and taking a deep breath. What was I to do about Gerald.