Murdoc threw a crumpled up piece of paper at the wall in frustration, throwing a few cuss words into the air as he laid his head down on the desk with a tired and angry expression.
Without you here to chat with, Murdoc faced huge art block, and the other band members ditching him to go off to some club wasn't making it any better. It was like he would finally find a perfect lyric, and then have nothing to lead into it.
Murdoc jumped to hear the door being knocked on from downstairs, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. It couldn't be Marilyn or you, you were both gone to Paris by now. It couldn't be the band coming back, or they would have let themselves in. He didn't remember ordering a pizza, so it couldn't be that either. He was left in utter confusion at who was knocking at the door.
"Coming! Bloody wait a minute!" He jogged down the stairs, emerging to the door to open it.
When he revealed who was standing behind that door he was left in complete shock. It was Andrea, his long-lost ex all the way back from the start of the band.
"I know you are a man of honor." She started with a smirk, closing her umbrella due to the pouring down rain outside. "I so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone."
Murdoc still couldn't gather up his words. He was left awestruck by the way she had grown so well into her age. She still looked like she did when we were still together!
"Do you want to come in?" Murdoc finally gained the courage to ask her, scooting over from the doorway.
"I was wondering when you'd ask." She smirked, taking a step in with her boots and taking a look around. "I like what you've done with the place, a lot better than Kong in my opinion." Andrea halfway complimented, taking a seat on the couch cautiously.
"Why are you here, Andrea?" Murdoc asked, slouching into the loveseat with a slightly annoyed and guarded look.
There was a long string of silence, but Andrea finally responded. "I miss you."
That caught Murdoc off guard. Last time he checked, it was Andrea who left him the complete wreck that contributed to making him the man-whore he was during the past phases.
"Do you mean that?" Murdoc asked, starting to straighten his posture. She's got him now.
"Every word." Andrea put in the effort to get up and slide into his lap.
"I haven't dated once since you. I've spent my years in that exact hotel, helping out the lobbyist as the price of staying there." She explained with a small frown, Murdoc returning her a sympathetic one.
"Murdoc Niccals." Andrea called for him to look her in the eyes, taking his face in between her hand to make him look at her.
"I still love you." She sighed out, quickly taking action and connecting her lips with his.
Murdoc almost jerked back, but was brought back in by Andrea tugging at his hair.
Once she released him, Murdoc was left with a very hesitant look. "Lord how do I say no to this?" He thought, knowing what would happen if Y/N found out, but God did he miss this so much. He couldn't help himself.
"Do you want to carry this further?" Murdoc growled in her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Absolutely." She smirked slyly, Murdoc immediately picking the woman up and speeding to his bedroom.
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In Paris, you and Marilyn were finally at the hotel she had reserved. It was a smoothe plane ride and there was okay traffic, so you were there earlier than expected.
"God, it's been so fun already!" You explained, beginning to unpack all of your stuff and Marilyn doing the same on her bed. It was a fancy condo room that had a perfect view of the eiffel tower, and was even right across from Cairn's Coffee Shop!
Once you were finished unpacking you crashed onto the bed, taking out your phone. "I'm gonna call Murdoc."
You waited as it rung, only to be sent almost straight to voicemail.
You frowned, but you tried to keep yourself together and understand he had a busy schedule.
Marilyn was pulling her hair up, looking back at you with a questionable look. "Did he not answer?" She asked, you shook your head, sitting up with a long sigh.
"Oh cheer up, he's always super busy during album creation. I'm sure he'll call you before we go to sleep."
"But it's 3am!" You argued.
"Maybe here, but over there it's only 9pm. Get use to the timezone, baby." She shrugged. "Give him time, but don't lose sleep over it."Marilyn suggested, changing into her sleep clothes.
"Maybe you're right." You agreed, changing into your own sleep clothes before getting into your bed and covering up.
"Gnight, Marilyn." You mumbled from under the unbelievably soft covers.
"See ya in the morning, Y/N."
[[ Whew, things are about to get dramatic. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See ya next time! ]]
