Here's a oneshot book featuring band members. It'll mostly be blink-182, My Chemical Romance, Green Day, All Time Low, Simple Plan, Fall Out Boy, and Panic! at the Disco. (I know Simple Plan's not on the cover but I was too lazy to make a new one, s...
A/N: This is dedicated to the best girlfriend in the world marissa182ava. I know it's months late and I'm sorry. I hope it's everything you wanted.And of course: smut warning.
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Pierre slowly lifted the covers off of himself, trying his best not to disturb the person sleeping next to him. He slid his legs out from under the sheets and off the bed. He glanced over at the sleeping brunette as she shifted slightly in bed. Pierre waited a few seconds before gently placing his feet on the carpeted floor.
Pierre slowly started to stand up, wincing when the bed frame creaked from the shift in weight. He shot a look at the girl. What was her name again? Lauren? Lily? Leila? Leila! That was it.
Leila remained asleep, her body remaining still in bed with the exception of her chest slowly rising and falling with every breath she took. Pierre decided it was best just to rip the band-aid off and he stood up in one quick motion. There was a louder creak this time, but Leila was still sleeping when Pierre checked on her.
Pierre picked his clothes up off the floor, finding his T-shirt, jeans, and boxers in the bedroom. He decided to wait to put them on, figuring it would make too much noise. He tiptoed across the room and breathed in relief when he made it through the doorway. Thank God the door had been left open last night. Pierre didn't even want to think about how loud the door might be.
Pierre walked down the hallway of the small apartment. When he reached the living room, he stopped to put on his clothes. Then he grabbed his socks and Vans and slipped them on. Pierre really needed to piss, but he was fairly confident that flushing a toilet would most definitely wake Leila up, especially since the two rooms were right next to each other on opposite sides of the hallway. So Pierre held his bladder and turned the deadbolt to unlock the front door, as quietly as he possibly could. He stepped out of the apartment and into his freedom, closing the door behind him once and for all.
Pierre felt slightly guilty since he couldn't lock the door behind him, but he figured Leila would be safe enough. Besides, you needed several keys to get into the building, so that would have to protect her enough. Pierre might have been wasted last night, but he remembered that much at least.
And he remembered the sex.
Pierre didn't think he could ever forget it. It had been hot and steamy and everything a one-night-stand should be. And that's exactly what Pierre had planned for the night to be. He didn't know what Leila had planned exactly. Do girls ever plan on hooking up with a random stranger and then him leaving the next day? Surely some girls wanted to avoid the awkward morning-after.
But maybe Leila had wanted it to be more than just a one-night hookup. The two of them hadn't exactly had time to clarify each other's expectations for the night when they had been stripping each other of their clothes.
