Drifting Back [Fanfiction G-Eazy] Book 1

Picture after Picture

Daniella POV

Snap. Snap. It was never ending. They swarmed us like bees snapping a photo of our every move. Gerald's grip onto my hand was tight as he pulled me along. His other arm wrapping around me.

"Whose the sexy lady Gerald?"

" You all seem to know considering you're at her place!" He yelled back as we continued to where the car was parked.

"Daniella! Daniella! Smile for the cameras!"

"Fuck off!" I could tell he was getting upset. He opened the door for me and closed the door once I was inside the car. Quickly he made his way over to the driver side and we took off. "Fucking Dev..."

"You think she told them where you were?"

"I don't doubt it she's hella crazy sometimes." It slowly sunk in all in that moment. I was no longer a producer. Hiding behind the window of a recording studio. I was G-Eazy's girlfriend. Sort of at least. Which meant privacy was gone. Peace and quiet? Out the window!

"Are... They always like that?"

"Nah... I haven't had paparazzi in a minute. So they'll get bored. Don't be nervous." He chuckled slightly and kissed the back of my hand.

"I'm not nervous. I just like having privacy." I huffed slightly before looking out the window. "You know I was thinking about the album. It could be done in probably a month. You'll be eligible for the VMAs if we can get some stuff out quick. Maybe even a Grammy?"

"I dunno... I mean... There are some songs on there I'm debating on keeping."

"Like?"

"Like you know... The one about Melissa."

" No that is one you should most definitely keep Ger. It shows you. Not G Eazy... You."

" What happens if they don't wanna see Gerald?"

"I know everyone likes a peak. After all Eminem sometimes was slim shady and Marshall." He parked the car and nodded slowly.

" Then I'll keep it."

"Wow...Gerald listening to me... Phew might have to take a photo!" A smirk crossed my lips as I got out of the car and followed him into the crepe shop. He of course ordered the grossest one on the menu in my opinion while I merely ordered a blueberry crepe.

"I was thinking about us D... I want you to come on tour with me when the album is done." I sighed softly as we sat down.

"Who would look after my business?"

"Ellie..."

"Gerald I can't... For the next year I'm completely too busy. I have got Calvin Harris coming, David Guetta, Logic well Richard, and Ed Sheeran. I can't just say sorry I can't help at the moment." I held my head in my hands, the weight of the world was coming down.

"Well... We'll figure it out yeah?"

" Yeah of course." I lifted my head and looked in those chocolate eyes. "I wouldn't leave you just because you've got to tour." He sighed slightly. It was obvious there was something more to this invitation. I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "What's wrong?"

" What happens..." His eyes got glossed over as he took a deep breath, I didn't except his voice to crack when he spoke. " What happens if you get sick again D? I don't wanna be a world away."

"O Gerald." I kissed his hand and began warning it up between my tiny palms. "It's not like I would get sick over night. I will be fine. I have been good for years. Plus I'll have time to come visit for a day here and there. It will be Okay." He gave a weak laugh and moved his chair around to be closer to me. His lips pressing against my forehead.

"I love you... I know it might be too soon for you to say it back..." I looked up at him be sighed.

"I didn't stop loving you. I always did and always will love you. You as in Gerald. Not G. G loves his fans... I'm burden to G."

"Christ don't say that..."

"It's true... People hate me because I'm with you." He noticed my joking manner and huffed as the food came.

"I like making the world jealous." I took a bite of my crepe before rolling my eyes. " Say mind if we stop by the studio? I got some beats that I wanna lay some words down on." He shoved a mouth full of crepe into his mouth.

" Yeah sure... I'm surprised you wanna work."

" Well I'm completely behind. I had two other songs written... Order More and... What if done. I recorded them on the road last week. I wrote One of them, For this, and Of all things I just haven't recorded them."

"Dang five songs down. You're on a roll." A laugh escaped me before I plopped the last bite of crepe in my mouth.

" Well now I'm in a dry spell." He did the same before tossing our trash and we walked back to the car.

"I know the feeling." I gave a laugh before looking out the window as he drove the two blocks to the studio

"So... How are you feeling about the whole Finn situation?"

"Odd... I'm happy for them all...for Stacey... I don't really feel anything though. I don't miss him. I don't want anything to do with it." His eyes were on me once he parked in the garage. "I mean yeah it's sad a guy killed himself... But he meant nothing to me."

"Nothing to me... Well let's just focus on us then yeah?"

"Yeee!" A laugh escaped me as we got out of the car. I was glad he dropped the topic. In truth it all felt unreal. His hand wrapped around my waist as we got in the elevator and took the lift up to the office. Dead silence around us as we walked to the studio. Gerald wrote something down before turning on some music and rolling a blunt. " What happened to working?"

"This is how I get going." He laughed, in less than a minute it was lit and between his brims. I took it from him and took a drag before looking in those eyes again. They weren't the same in this moment. Instead they said so much more. I handed it back to him, licking my lips as his gaze didn't waiver on me. My gaze lowered to his hand on my thigh and I took the blunt back, taking a drag before sitting it in the ash tray. "I thought you wanted to take it slow."

"I do... Right in this moment." It came out as a whisper before my lips crashed to his. Thank God no one was to come into the office today. Let's just say Some Kind Of Drug was written a couple hours later as we laid around naked in the studio smoking.