Guilty Pleasure || Murdoc x Reader (COMPLETED)

✶ Follow Me ✶ Chapter 18

"Y/N! Wake up." A soft whisper is spoken over top of you.

You slowly open your eyes to see Murdoc standing over your bunk.

"The driver's resting for about... 20 minutes. Let's get some food, love." Says Murdoc still in a whisper, not wanting to wake the other band members.

The tour bus is big yet sound travels quite well.

You get up still in your PJ shorts and tank top.

Murdoc takes your hand, guiding you outside into the dark of the night.

"Where are we?" You groan as your eyes adjust to the night sky.

Murdoc chuckles, telling you to look down.

"What are you doing?" You ask playfully.

You're wearing your slides.

He then begins to guide you forwards.

You suddenly feel a prickly sensation scrape up against your body. Probably a Bush you're going through.

You don't question it, knowing Murdoc would never harm you.

You suddenly feel two hands grab onto your shoulder, bringing you to a hault.

You open your eyes.

"Murdoc..."

In the distance, you can see the Eiffel Tower.

It's all lit up.

You're on a hill, so it's in perfect view.

The gas station just below you two.

Murdoc puts his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

"Murdoc... this is..."

You're at a loss for words.

"Beautiful." He says.

You smile. "Yeah... that."

"Paris, here we come!" He yells.

"Tomorrow, I'm taking you up." Says Murdoc, pointing to the Eiffel Tower.

"You're too cute." You say.

Murdoc grunts, turning to face you.

You put your hands around his neck as he slowly leans in to kiss you.

The wind suddenly slows down, ever so slightly brushing Murdoc's hair out of his face.

It looks different pushed back. You like it.

You wrap your arms around his waist.

"I love you." You mumble into his black baggy tee.

You can feel Murdoc's grip tighten.

He begins to softly sob.

You pull away, looking up at the crying man.

"Murdoc? What's wrong?" You ask.

"You mean so much to me, Y/N... I feel like I haven't been spending enough time with ya." He says.

"You're a mess right now..." you say, wiping away his tears with your hands.

"Look at me. You've been spending more than enough time with me. Don't worry. Just... focus on them. Your band." You say reassuring him.

His eyes soften all of a sudden. You can suddenly see a soul behind those dark eyes of his.

You pull him down onto the grass.

You climb on top of him, laying in his arms.

He holds onto you

For once in your life, you feel at rest.

You could die right now and be happy about it.

You look up at the Eiffel Tower again before closing your eyes.