"y/n! Can you please sign this?"
I smiled politely leaning down to sign the teenage girl's picture of Slash.
"Thank you!" I nodded making my way to the limo. After a long day full of writing, designing and performing, I really just wanted to get home and vent to my boyfriend about the struggles of it all even though he did not show up for the one thing I asked him to. The models just wouldn't dress fast enough, the makeup artist did the wrong hair look for two girls and some damn shipping person lost one of my designs, I still gotta finish writing two songs. I'm not sure if I could do this for much longer. Getting a whole new team would take time and that is something I did not have.
"To your apartment?" The typical driver Neil looked back waiting for my normal response of a small thumb up.
"We'll be their shortly." He turned back around making his way through the crowd of screaming girls and other fans. Of course I forgot my Aspirin at home. I pulled out my phone disappointed at what I didn't see. My boyfriend, Slash, didn't even text me. He was probably pissed about something as well but I really didn't care at this point. He could kiss my ass I was so furious.
"We are here ma'am." Neil turned around and I grinned in response. I was always polite, but when it came to Slash I could get pretty livid."Thank you!" I climbed out of the car slamming the door looking up at the rather tall brick building with lights shining. As I walked in the doorman did his usual tip of the hat and the elevator boy shook my hand like every other day. When I got to my apartment I wasn't surprised to find it was unlocked. Slash and I are both chill people I guess you could say, but he knew the one thing I could not stand was the door being unlocked. Especially living in California!
"You left the door unlocked again!" I rammed in flinging off my high heels seeing them slam into the wall."I hear you are home. How lovely." I followed the voice into the kitchen dropping my clutch on the small glass table. "I thought you were coming to the show! You could have at least picked me up! The worst part is you didn't even bother to call or text me!"
He rolled his eyes setting down the cold piece of pizza he had pulled from the fridge.
“Y/n/n you need to learn that I am also famous and I need to do my job." I sucked on the inside of my cheeks trying to not let my entire frustration fly out.
"I'm sorry. I forgot you were Mr. Guns-N'-Roses!" He rolled his eyes walking towards me.
"You need to calm down." His hand rested on my shoulder causing me to wipe it off taking a step back. He was starting to get quit annoyed but I was done! "Let's just face it! My job is a little more important than yours! Okay? I have many more fans, I make a lot more money, and I am more famous than you!" His voice peeked towards a yell. I stood there, speechless. If this how he really felt about us, then I was out. He always had bigger and better things to do than to even focus on me. I wasn't a needy girlfriend by any means. All girls do like a little bit of special time with their guy though and I never got any of that with him. It was always red carpet events or rushing behind scenes for him. When it came to me, it felt like he never made an attempt like I did for him. I shook my head turning around.
"Y/n! Don't do this! I didn't mean that! I am just over tired." He put his hand out but I slapped it away.
"I am tired too! You had no right throwing any of that in my face you pompous arrogant bastard!" I screamed in his face letting it tumble out. The thing that hurt me most is when he put himself in front of me. I slipped on my shoes going down the hallway with salty droplets lacing my eyes.
"Y/n/n!" I heard him huffing out my name and his footsteps behind me.
"Y/n listen!" I made it to the staircase not in the mood to see the elevator operator at this moment.
But as I made my way through the door two arms secured themselves around me like a tight knot.
"Let go of me damn it!" I thrashed around a little not wanting him to even look at me let alone touch me. Once I had stopped moving around liked a trapped animal he let me go spinning me around. "We can't do this." His eyes were slightly red which surprised me.
He rarely cried.
"Do what exactly?" He sighed leaning on the door frame.
"Fight like this. It's ridiculous."I huffed fixing the stray of hair that had escaped from my braid."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I know that I don't try half as much in this relationship as you do." I laughed sickly knowing that was damn true. He walked over bending down to my height.
"Please, I'm begging. Don't leave. I will try to do better. I hate making you this upset. I'm and asshole and I know it and I'm blessed to have you." I looked up at his eyes seeing his was being honest."Well..." I tried to not smile but it was hard not to when you had this jerk in front of you confessing his love. He smiled kissing my lips shortly."I will take that as a yes. Now to make it up, would you like to go play a game of soccer? Just me and you." He held out his hand trying to imitate a perfect gentleman. I took it feeling slightly better. Soccer always made me happy.
"Only if after we go get Italian food." He laughed taking me in under his arm. Even though we go through a lot and end up having some of the worst fights I have ever seen, I can't say I don't love him. He was what I needed, but most importantly wanted.
