What They Did

Rocker Heather

It was quickly approaching Halloween and Heather was invited to Ryan's Halloween performance, which meant she would have to dress up. 
After spending half an afternoon researching decent Halloween costumes for girls only to find things like a slutty nurse or a slutty cat, she decided to speak to her ROCKER mother about it.
"Mum!" yelled Heather, racing downstairs, "Whose the toughest, hottest rocker chick you can think of?"
"Debbie Harry," replied Fiona, expressionless while she was stitching the back of her jeans up.
"Okay, thanks," puffed Heather, turning to go back upstairs.
"Or Joan Jett, Lucinda Willams even though she's country, what is this for?" asked Fiona, causing Heather to turn back around.
"It's for Halloween," sighed Heather, throwing herself down on the couch beside Fiona.
"Oh you're going...Oh," stuttered Fiona, looking embarrassed.
"...I don't even wanna go," snapped Heather, feeling her eyebrows knit together.
"Baby, it's one night," said Fiona, putting her sewing to the side.
"I wanna dive into Ryan's world and live life how he does and have fun with his crowd," sighed Heather, basically admitting that she did want to go.
"Well, I'm pretty sure I have some tight stuff in my wardrobe that'll fit you," said Fiona, standing up.
"What if it's pointless?" asked Heather, slouching.
"Then you hand all the clothes from my wardrobe in and go about your life, as I said, it's one night, c'mon," smiled Fiona, taking Heather's hand and dragging her upstairs.
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Outside the small bar where the band always performed, stood a punk-rock Heather dressed in a tight leather vest top, a black, restricted, hell bunny mini-skirt and a leapord print crop top complete with fishnet tights and black heels.
She leaned against the wall and watched Ryan pull into the car park in the band's minivan. Once he was out the van, Heather could see that he was dressed in an 1820's style and heading towards the bar, taking no notice of his girlfriend.
"Hey Ryan," called Heather, making Ryan stop just at the bar's entrance.
"Woah, Heather...Is that you?" asked Ryan, smirking as he approached her.
"I'm not Heather tonight," smirked Heather, standing up straight and wrapping her arm around Ryan's waist.
"Heh, well, Heather or not, come inside," laughed Ryan, putting his arm around Heather's shoulders and ushering her inside.

Inside the bar was worse than usual, there was green smoke coming from smoke machines on stage, strobe lights and nude teenagers.
"Some...famous rockstar that your mum probably knows said that a shot before showtime did something," stuttered Ryan, pushing past the crowds towards the bar.
"I think that was Debbie Harry who said something along those lines," chucked Heather as Ryan ordered two tequila shots.
"Heads Up, Heather," said Ryan, lifting a shot glass to his lips.
"Ooh...I'm good," said Heather, gritting her teeth at the drink.
"Alright, well it's there if you want it," smiled Ryan, slamming his glass on the bar top, "I gotta go help set up, no running off with some Pine Bay Wannabe," 
"Aha, I'll try," smiled Heather as Ryan pulled her head in and kissed her forehead before disappearing into green smoke.
Heather stood at the bar staring at the tequila shot before a girl grabbed her arm from behind.
"OH MY GOD, Heather?" asked Liz, the fangirl from before, "You look amazing, did you get this in Fortland?"
"Uh, my mum knows good places," smiled Heather, noticing Liz's bumble-bee outfit.
"C'mon, you have to come moshing with us," said Liz, attempting to pull Heather towards the mosh pit just as the band began appearing on stage.
"I'm good here," said Heather, causing Liz to let go of her.
"Well, come and join whenever you feel like it," smiled Liz, who ran into the pit seconds later.
Heather nodded and watching the small, teenage bumble-bee attempt to get through before turning and running back to her.
"Heather, c'mon," urged Liz, pulling Heather.
"Ugh, wait," said Heather, pulling her arm away from Liz and lifting the tequila shot to her lips.
It tasted horrible and burned at Heather's throat, causing her to scrunch her face up in disgust. 
HOW COULD RYAN DRINK THAT WITHOUT FLINCHING?!
"Okay, let's go," coughed Heather, allowing Liz to drag her into the pit.
Heather pushed her way through zombies, skeletons, nurses and wolves to get to the front. By the time she got there, the band was finally beginning to start up.
Ryan's version of 'She Looks So Perfect' by 5 Seconds Of Summer was tonight's song.
Heather felt her body lurch from one side to the other before someone elbowed her shoulder blade, making her push back, harder. 
"YOU GOTTA MOSH OR THEY'LL CRUSH YOU!" yelled Liz, jumping up and down.
Heather gave an exhausted sigh and looked up to the stage to see a smiling Ryan watching her suffer.
"Fuck it, let's try it," thought Heather, jumping forward and throwing her hands in the air.
She swung her hips to one side, forcing her body to move with it before swinging to the other side and back again, she felt her forearm hit someone which made her drop her arms finally as the song ended.
It was over, Heather never had to do that ever again.
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After the band cleared up and the bar began to empty, Ryan met Heather and led her outside where Liz and a few other girls started yelling their goodbyes at the 'Rocker Heather'.
"So, do you like me like this?" asked Heather as Ryan led her to his car which was tucked away in the far corner of the carpark, as usual.
"Know what I did like, I liked how into the show you were," said Ryan, wrapping his arm around Heather's shoulder while carrying his guitar case with the other.
"Oh yeah?" asked Heather, smiling at the thought of the adrenaline that pumped through her in the pit.
"The way you were in and dancing instead of sitting around looking miserable," said Ryan, opening the boot of his car, "Yeah, I liked that,"
"Well, do you like me better like this?" asked Heather, watching him throw his guitar into the boot.
"What do you mean?" asked Ryan, slamming the boot and coming round to Heather's side of the car.
"You know with the clothing and the attitude?" asked Heather, holding her hands up to Ryan's face and showing him her nails, "Grr..."
"Heather, I don't give a shit about your clothes, I love you for the you you are now, the you I was in love with yesterday and the same you I'll be in love with tomorrow," explained Ryan, wrapping both arms around Heather's waist and pulling her in close to him.
Heather put her hands on the back of his neck and pulled him in close to her before kissing him, "Can we go somewhere?"
"Yeah, okay," mumbled Ryan, looking down at Heather as he unlocked the car door.
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Ryan drove Heather to his house, by house, the little cabin he could afford. From outside, it looked a mess with overgrown moss and destoroyed flower pots balanced on the windows sil.
"It's not much, but it's home," sighed Ryan, getting out the car.
"It's somewhere," mumbled Heather, getting out the car just as Ryan slammed his door.
Ryan locked the car and headed up to the cabin door. He unlocked it after taking the keys from the back pocket of his breeches and pushed the door open to reveal a wooden fold-out sofa bed at one side of the room with a TV and a clothes rail while there was a little kitchen and couch at the other side. It wasn't too cramped which was good enough.
Heather walked in and watched Ryan sit down on the bed, holding his head in his hands.
"What's wrong?" asked Heather, sitting next to him.
"It's embarrassing now that I've brought you here," mumbled Ryan, lifting his head up and placing his hands over his mouth.
"No, it's not," sighed Heather, resting her head on his shoulder.
Ryan sighed and lay back on the bed.
"Play me,"
"What?" asked Heather, slightly confused at the sudden change.
"Play me like you play the piano," said Ryan, looking at Heather with big eyes.
"You want punched in the chest?" asked Heather, thinking about how violently she played the piano.
"No, play me like Für Elise, soft and gently," said Ryan, shifting his gaze to the ceiling.
"Take off your shirt," sighed Heather, knowing where Ryan was hinting at.
"Done," smirked Ryan, throwing his shirt and jacket to the floor.
Heather stared at his toned chest and muscular arms and felt speechless for a few seconds, "Uhm...Right...Er, we have chord A, and it'd feel like this..."
Heather climbed on top of Ryan and gently kissed his right shoulder before lifting her head up again.
"Chord C, which would feel like this," continued Heather, before lowering her head down to Ryan's left shoulder and gently biting at the soft, tanned skin there then lifting her head, "And finally, Chord D, which would feel..."
"I know what this would feel like," finished Ryan, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Heather's waist as she lowered her head down to his soft, dry lips.
Heather shut her eyes as she felt the tight straps of her vest slide down her arms, Ryan pulled the zip of the vest down at her back and gently slid it off her abodmen before breaking away from her lips to pull her crop top off her. Heather rolled off him and slid her skirt and fish nets down simultaneously after kicking her heels off.

Ryan removed his own clothes before climbing on top of Heather and gently rubbing her crotch with his index and middle finger, making Heather squirm and close her eyes once again. Quickly, he slid her black panties down and kissed her neck, distracting her from the quick flash of pain she was about to feel. His length rubbed against her inner thigh for a few seconds before Ryan pulled back and gently slid into her, making her gasp and scrunch her face up.
"It's okay, it's okay..." cooed Ryan, taking her hands as he slowly slid in and out of her.
Heather squeezed Ryan's hands tightly as she felt a steady flow of blood trickle out from her, afterwards, she loosened her grip and felt his warm lips gently bite at her neck, making her thrust forward, giving him pleasure as well as herself. They played it like a game, Ryan slowly thrusted, then Heather, then Ryan, each time, Heather gave little moans as she tightened her grip on his hands once again for a few seconds then loosened. After, what felt like a perfect eternity, Ryan let out a loud moan, followed by a quiet sigh as Heather felt a little explosion burst inside her. It was over.
Heather lay in Ryan's arms afterwards, breathing heavily while Ryan quietly hummed the tune to 'She Looks So Perfect', making her slowly fall asleep with a slight smile on her face.
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SUPER LONG CHAPTER/PART...the next ones shouldn't be as long... :)
Picture on the side: Liz//Karen Gillan (i originally planned for Liz just to appear once earlier in the story but why not more times, eh?)
Video on the side: 'She Looks So Perfect' by 5 Seconds Of Summer//i chose this because it suits the full part and the lyrics kinda match with the story...not really but yeah, i hope you enjoyed this part :)