Light My Fire

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Aubrey's POV

New York is so beautiful at night. Though it can be pretty crazy...but I like crazy. I've been staying here for nearly 2 months now for work. I'm a musician, not so famous though. It's funny though, many of the people I grew up with are famous musicians, my first boyfriend for example - Damon Albarn from blur. God I haven't seen him in ages, I wonder how he's going. He comes to my mind some days, I don't know why half the time, maybe because he's famous, I don't know, so strange. Anyways, my band has finally signed up with a good record label and so tonight, we're all going to party at The Croc Club. There's so many weird club names around here, it's kind of funny half of the time. Well I guess I better get dressed.

- 3 hours later -

As I rock up the the club I see my bandmates Piper, Rosa and Marley waiting outside for me. "Hey guys" I shout as I jump out of the cab running straight to them. "Hey Aubs" Piper yelled with excitement. "You all ready to head on in?" I asked. "Fuck yeah!" They all shouted as we made our way to the entrance. As soon as we entered, I could smell a strong stench of alcohol and cheap cologne. I loved it. We headed straight to the bar and ordered a bunch of tequila shots. Feeling a little tipsy, Rosa and I decided to head on out to the dance floor as the rest decided to get totally wasted, Boring I know. The music was so loud you could feel it rush through your body like drugs running through your veins. You couldn't help but move. "Hey, there's some cute guys over there, wanna go and check them out?" Rosa questioned. Rosa was obsessed with guys. All she cared about was guys, sex, and music. People would call her a thot back were we grew up. But that didn't matter to her. Oh, did I mention we are from the UK? Yeah well I grew up in Leytonstone but moved to Manchester at the age of 17. That was pretty hard. I was in a relationship at the time and had been since we were both 12. His name was Damon, yeah the guy that I was thinking about earlier tonight. I don't think I could ever miss another person the way I miss him. It's fucked up. My mother died after suffering from leukemia when I was 16 and after that, my father completely lost it and couldn't live in the house that I grew up in so he made me move with him. He became selfish through the next 2 years and started to abuse heroin. He eventually overdosed and died. They reckon it was a planned suicide but I think it was an accidental overdose. Unless he was really that selfish and did kill him self but who knows. I've gotten over it through the years, but I'm still relevantly 'sad'. I'm 24 now, and I guess I'm used to the pain of people leaving me. Anyways I got to stop thinking about that shit, I'm at a club for fuck sake bitch don't cry in the club. Ok let's party.

After 6 tequila shots, 3 Coronas, and 1 vodka cruiser, I'm starting to get real drunk. Oh yeah and a few joints. I'm fucked, but I'm still gonna party because I just do not give ha fu- WOaH sHiT. My thoughts were cut of when some idiot ran into me causing me to loose balance and fall until someone managed to catch me. As I fell onto the strangers arms, I could suddenly smell a familiar smell. A smell that I had grew up with and grew to love, but now a more mature smell than I remembered. It smelt like a person. "Hey there, are you alright sweetheart?" A voice spoke from behind me. I stood up and turned to face the stranger who still had hold of me. "Aubrey!?" The man said surprisingly. I focused on his face for a moment to finally realize that the stranger that I was in the hands of was Damon Albarn. Now that's fucking weird. It's like I sensed him today when I thought about him. How could this be. "Damon? Damon!" I shouted over the loudness of the club scene. "Holy fuck! How? Why here" Damon laughed with a shocked look on his face. "I know right!?" I replied in absolute shock. I can't ducking believe I've bumped into him. After thinking about him all day. What the fuck. "Hey, uhh do you kinda want to get out of this place and go somewhere more quiet?" Damon asked me while pointing to the exit. I was the last one in my band to have stayed anyways. Rosa went home with some guy of course, Piper and Marley decided to leave as they were basically ready to drop dead from all the liquor they had consumed. "Yeah sure" I yelled over the crowd. "Okay let's go then" Damon said as he took my hand as we both ran to the exit.

"So, ummm" Damon stuttered, not knowing what exactly to say. We both giggled as we slowly walked down the street. "Well, do you live here? Are you on holiday? Why are you here?" Damon asked, looking at me completely confused. "I'm staying here to get my band's new album signed off to a record label or some shit" I replied trying to stay awake. "Oh wow, you have a band? Nice, nice" Damon raised his eyebrows. "Where is your band staying then?" Damon asked. "Well were all over the place. I'm staying with one of the members Rosa and the other two are staying somewhere else" I replied. "And I bet right now as we speak, Rosa is fucking some random guy she went home with from the club in my bed" I sighed. Damon laughed. "Well do you want to come back to my hotel just for the night?" He smiled. "Okay yeah, thanks" I looked up at him with tired, cold eyes. "Alright then, TAXI!" Damon screamed for a taxi that surprisingly stopped for us and we got in the back. "Uhh to the Royal Edward Hotel please" Damon said to the driver while giving him some money and sitting back down next to me. "Ooh, that sounds fancy" I giggled. "Oh yeah, trust me it is" he replied. The taxi driver then took off.

After a long time stuck in traffic and road rage, we arrived to Damon's hotel. "Well, here we are" Damon said getting out of the cab as I did the same. Shit he must be rich. "Don't worry, I'm not some rich famous asshole like the rest of them, some guy paid for my hotel room" Damon laughed. I laughed back. We got up to his floor and he took me to his room. It smelt like warm air conditioning and cologne and was spacious but not that fancy as I thought it would've been. "Home sweet home" Damon said as we both walked in. "Come I'll show you to your room" Damon started to walk to the only other room in the hotel room other than the bathroom which was connected to that room. It was a double bed with a balcony that was covered up by some white droopy curtains. I sat down on the bed and let my purse down on the bedside table. "Do you want to get dressed into something a bit more comfortable?" Damon offered walking over to some draws. "Uh Yeah sure what do you have?" I asked. "Uhh I've got a shirt aaaand some boxer shorts" Damon looked over at me whilst holding up the pieces of clothing. "Okay thanks" I replied. "They're clean" Damon added while walking over to me to hand me the clothes. "Thanks" I replied, looking up at him and taking the clothing from his hands. They smelt like him, I liked it. "Uh do you want to take a shower first?" Damon added. "Yeah okay" I said as I walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I can't believe this has happened. I'm fucking drunk and stoned and this has happened what the fuck. I got undressed and hopped into the shower. The shower head was so big and the water smelt like tap water but that's okay. I finished showering and got out to dry myself with the towel that was hanging on the towel rack. I opened up the door to see Damon in bed fast asleep. He slept so peacefully I had forgotten what he looked like when he was sleeping. I took my towel off hoping that Damon wouldn't wake up. I got dressed and jumped into bed, waking Damon up..whoops. "How was your shower?" Damon asked. "Oh it was good" I smiled. I tried not to lay to close to Damon. I don't want anything to happen tonight. But I think he's noticed that I'm trying not to get close to him. "Awh, come on. Why you do far away come here" Damon giggled as he put his arm up waiting for me to come closer to him. So I did. "That's better" Damon sighed. I sighed after. We didn't talk much after that. I was surprised Damon hadn't asked me anything about my life since I left. Though it was pretty late. So I guess the last thing to do was to drift off to sleep.