AUTHOR'S NOTE; for the sake of this fiction, show me how by men i trust is by aura. to check out the real song, tap on the video above! i do not claim men i trust's material as my own!
TRIGGER WARNING: sexual content!!
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POV — amber
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SMOKE FILLED the room as colin breathed in the contents of his nearly burned out cigarette, sarah tapping her fingers on her office chair as we waited for our manager, gavin, to arrive.
it was now one month since my infamous trip to ibiza. one month since i started dating damon, one month since i told him i loved him for the first time. the first few weeks, we couldn't take our hands off each other. whether it was doing grocery shopping or sleeping in the same bed, his company was sufficient for me, all i needed. he made me happy, and he was what kept me going. without him, i was like a car with no fuel: unable to do anything or go anywhere.
gavin finally burst through the door after what felt like a century of waiting, a leather briefcase in hand. he was a forty year old man with a distinctive brummie accent, standing roughly at six foot, five inches and so stick thin that you could poke him with your pinkie finger and he'd fall down onto the floor. as he sat down, he looked irate, flustered, knowing fully well that the album was nowhere near ready, which wasn't good, considering the release date was only one month away.
"right, you know why i'm'ere then," he glared, opening up his briefcase and unfolding our release plans, piles of papers scattering across the table. "you lot made a deal that your album would be ready by the end of the month. we have a release date for october thirty-first, and we still need two more songs for the album. now, i don't know how you're gonna pull them out your arse, but you better figure that out, and—"
i scoffed. "you know, you're awful pissy today, gazza."
michael scoffed under his breath, trying his hardest not to laugh. at least i could count on him to take a joke.
"firstly, i won't tell you for the fortieth time, amber, that i absolutely repudiate you calling me gazza. secondly—"
"ooh repudiate," i imitated him, forcing an overly posh accent. "you know what, gaz? i actually love it when you become angry. swear you're a fucking walking human thesaurus."
