Trace The Lines //Ronnie Radke x Female Reader//COMPLETED

Ronnies POV

I pace in the tour bus. It's her. The girl I fell for all those years ago. The girl behind Coming Home. It's fucking (y/n). I promised to come home to her one day and here she is in my life again. I wonder if she even realizes it me. Time has definitely treated her well. She looks fucking fantastic. Glancing at myself In the mirror, my tattoos and short and dyed hair is different than it was back then when we were seventeen. I never even did tell her my name. It's crazy she's a fan of my music. My heart is two seconds from busting out of my damn ribcage. Rage surges through every vein within my body at what that asshole did to her. I could kill his stupid ass. (Y/n) is so...just...fuck she doesn't deserve it! I cover her with a blanket before stepping outside the bus, leaning against the side of it pulling a cigarette and lighter from the pocket of my jeans. I've been drug free a while now since I hit rock bottom and submitted to drug abuse along with going to prison over my crazy ass ex, Sally. I light up the cigarette trying to find some sort of comfort in the stress I'm in. Shits happened. ALOT of it. I wonder if she'll still think I'm the me I was when we met...I'm not. I went to prison, became an ex druggie and injured fans. I'm an asshole to a lot of people. My heart is broken..I don't want her to see the real me. I'm actually scared to death. Sinking down to the ground, I run a hand through my hair before letting out a sigh of discontent. My band mate, Derek comes up to me. "Yknow those can kill you right?" "Yeah, I want to be dead right now" I mumble. "What's going on?" He lowers to my level. "It's her" "the duet chick? What's the deal? Crazy fan or something?" "No dude it's HER. The girl that inspired Coming Home. The one I fell for so long ago" my voice deepens a bit. "You've got to be shitting me." Derek exclaims. "How do you know it's her?" "The vest. We went to a party when we were kids and I had that vest made for her before I left town for good. I love the damn girl enough to do that." I say. "Party..? Please tell me you didn't fuck." Derek nudges at my side. "Shut the fuck up dude. No." I growl slightly. "I'm just kidding. What do you want to to? Let her stay here? Me and the guys can get a motel room if you want some "privacy"" hints Derek. "It's not like that dude. But the part where I reintroduce myself i gotta fly solo." I stand up, burning out the cigarette under my shoe. "You got it. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon." He shakes my hand before heading back inside the performance hall. Looking up into the night, the moon shines brightly on the tour bus. "Well (y/n), I came home" a smile cracks across my lips briefly while I climb the stairs back into the bus. (Y/n) stirs in her sleep slightly. I sit across from her hold my guitar, strumming a few strings. Hours go by by before she wakes. It's three in the morning when she gets up completely. "Morning sleeping beauty" I say in a low voice. "Ronnie Radke. I'm in Ronnie Radkes bed. On his bus." She says with a hint of enthusiasm. "Yes you are" I chuckle. "Um...I can't thank you enough for what you did for me. He was a bad person.." her voice trails. "It was nothing. You needed to be removed from him. Ah..can we talk actually" I set my guitar down. "Oh god at in trespassing or something?" Her voice trembles. "No, no honey. I brought you here after your nose got broke and he got carried of the lot. You don't know who I am do you?" I look into her gorgeous (y/e/c) eyes. They sparkle some from the dim lights of the bus cabin. "Of course I do. You're Ronnie Radke. The main singer of Falling in Reverse." She answers. "I know who you are (y/n) don't you remember me?" I see her eyes analyzing my face. "R-Ronnie..? "Ronnie's girl" Ronnie? Is that really you?" Her face lights up as I nod before she forces a hug around my neck. "It's a pleasure to see you again too sweetheart" "I never thought I'd see you again little less be a major fan of yours!" Exclaims (y/n) happily. "I didn't think I'd see or sing the song written about you again either." I admit. "You wrote..Coming Home for me..?" (Y/n) sits down on the bed. "Yes...I missed you. A lot of things has gone down since we last saw eachother." I rub the back of my neck. "Bad things" "Ronnie, whatever's happened...happened. I don't care I'm just happy to know your alive and...HERE." Her voice floats. "Do you still feel the way you do..?" I ask nervously. "I don't...I don't know. It's been so long.." her eyes glance to the window. "I understand" "but...I'm willing to find out all over again." Smiles (y/n). "Let's go out somewhere tomorrow..deal?" I ask receiving a nod. Eventually (y/n) lulls back to sleep again. Sitting in the booth across from her a massive grin takes place on my face. Finally. After all the bullshit something is FINALLY going right. I have some luck at long fucking last. After all these goddamn years of feeling empty and trying so hard at making myself whole
My girl is finally back in my life again. This time I don't plan on ever letting go like I did when we were young. I'm so fucking happy.

I came home.