Fame (h.s)

Money?

We made it to L.A. a few days later, it had been a much better time after my talk and luckily the boys actually began to all get along with each other. Well, for the most part at least. I wasn't the biggest fan of the constant flirting and neither was Harry.

The bathroom situation was a nightmare and after a few days, it smelled like a disgusting man who hasn't taken a shower in months. The weed made it worse and I spent most of my time finishing up a song I wrote. The guys liked it and harry proudly showed me off to prove a point to Johnny Ramone.

Currently, I stood outside of a coffee shop, leaning against a phone booth waiting for Harry who was talking to our manager. A couple of days on the bus and I was already craving some sort of affection. I need attention and I needed it bad. He hung up the phone and walked with me towards our motel room where the guys were already getting settled in.

"What did he say?" Harry sighed.

"I don't know he seemed really fishy lately. How is it that everyone has been able to get better deals and more money and we haven't. The Ramones manager does his job right."

"How do you know?"

"I talked to one of them and they said they're actually seeing money and a lot of it compared to us." he sounded so angry, I hated how sexy I found him when he was like this.

"We should have a band meeting and talk to him. Don't do anything crazy." he didn't say anything, simply making his way to the motel.

We had shown the whole week at a variety of places in the city and up to Hollywood, Venice beach, Valencia. It was exciting to be on with so many bands, but I was more interested in seeing my friend.

And getting into Harry's pants.

"Can we have a minute alone before tonight?" he chuckled pulling me into his side.

"Need some alone time with daddy?" I rolled my eyes at his words outside of the bedroom. Of course who was I to deny the fire in my loins and the feeling of euphoria every time my husband called himself that. "Silence speaks louder than words Debra May."

I was suddenly lifted up over his shoulder and dragged upstairs to the motel room where we were interrupted by the guys in our room. "Oh shit, they were gonna fuck." Harry set me down to the old motels disgusting green colored carpet that looked like it hadn't been changed since the fifties.

I look around at the room that I would call home for the next week or so and cringed at the pungent smell of...sex? "This is a whore house," I whispered.

Pink laughed and laid on our bed. "Yeah it probably is." he agreed. "But come on, not like it's the worst place we've stayed."

I hated to admit it but he was right.