Classic Rock One Shots

Keith Richards #1

Under My Thumb

 America,1965

"Just come sit next to Keith and me." Mick stated,patting the small space next to him "Fine." I groaned. I sat uncomfortably,glaring at Mick. Keith was also giving me a horrible look. "Keith,leave Y/n alone." Mick grunted. Keith rolled his eyes looked out the window, refusing to even look at me. He was so cute,and a great guitar player. I just wish he would acknowledge me without insulting me. He was always so cold and angry. I eventually drifted off to sleep. Before I completely fell asleep I heard Keith whisper-yell to Mick and Charlie,"What the fuck do I do?" When I awoke,I was laying in Keith's lap. I shot up when I realized it,and looked at him,embarrassed. He got up and angrily walked to the other side of the bus,with Brian. I rested my chin on my fist and stared at the ground until we arrived at the hotel. I liked Keith so much,and he hates me. I rested against the bus and smoked a cigarette,frustrated with Keith's actions. "You like him,don't you?" Mick spoke,startling me. "No." I answered back defensively. "Don't get snippy with me just because you love Keith." I rolled my eyes and stamped my cigarette with my foot. Mick and I started our walk to the hotel. "Don't lie,you like him." He spoke up again. "Maybe a little." "Good,because you're sharing rooms." "What!" "Sorry,I got Charlie,Bill is with our manager,and Brian is by himself again." "What the hell." I huffed. Charlie handed me a key to my room and trailed to it,dreading every step. I opened the door and walked in. "You?" Keith asked,pure disgust in his voice. I lowered my head and wheeled my suitcase next to my bed. "Y/N..." Keith spoke up. "Yeah?" I asked,slowly lifting my head up. "Do you-do you think I hate you?" "I know you do." "Well-I don't. At all. Infact, I think you're lovely." "You-you do?" I hope he isn't playing with me,because I hate being played, and lied to. "I do. I'm always rude to you,because,I always think you don't like me." "Keith,no. I like you,a lot." He smiled at me,then Mick interrupted us. "We've gotta show!" He yelled,pulling Keith. While they played,I sat side stage and watch Keith play. He was such a good player,I admired him so. Halfway through the set,I went back to the hotel. I didn't want to see him walk away with some groupie. When I got back I went to bed,tired and upset. I heard the door open,and Keith step in. He walked over to his bed and fell into it. A few minutes later,I drifted back to sleep. Only a few minutes later,I woke myself up from a bad dream. I quietly stood up and walked over to his bed. I crawled in next to him,cuddling up next to him. He stretched his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in closer. As I went back to sleep,feeling safe and happy in his arms,he kissed the of my head. I woke up to Keith groaning and stretching. "Morning Y/N" He smiled. "Morning Keef." I grinned back. We packed our things up and headed out of the door. We walked to the bus,my fingers laced in his. I leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked. "Hey,look at Keith and Y/N,not fucking with each other!" Charlie exclaimed and pointed. "Oh believe me,they're still fucking with each other,just in a different way." Mick winked. I rolled my eyes and we got onto the bus. Keith rested his head in my lap as he fell back asleep. I liked being with him.