Bereft (h.s)

3. Thats the last time I do drugs.

CHAPTER 3

Alycia's Pov.

I feel more nervous than usual walking into this studio. It's my usual studio. With my Matt, as usual. But that's usually all it is.

I'm not even so much nervous because I know who he is, I just don't usually write or share unreleased songs with anyone but Matt. Occasionally I show my best friend Sierra but usually, just Matt.

I can write some pretty fucked up songs and sometimes, I like for it to be unknown.

The song I was just writing at the house though, I really like how it's sounding so that's the only reason I told them we should focus on it. I would like to put it on the album if we can figure everything out with it.

My mind changes quite frequently when it comes to what songs I think are good enough versus which ones aren't so that might change in the next ten minutes.

I opened the door of the studio and was met with smoke and the smell of marijuana along with two very high but smiley men.

"Alycia! So happy you're here." Matt said with a huge smile and squinty eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh as I sat my bag on the floor by my chair.

"I think there's probably a few reasons you're happy right now." "We saved some for you. Do not be mad."

"Who knew angels smoked?" Harry chimed in with the same goofy smile and squinty eyes. "Ahhhh good one. Clever." Matt said with a laugh which caused Harry to laugh even more.

"What the fuck? How much did you two smoke?" I said with a laugh as I sat down in my seat and pulled out my writing journal.

How am I supposed to get anything done when these two are stoney baloney? I don't mind it at all, it's quite entertaining actually but still, definitely don't see us getting much done.

I won't underestimate them though I suppose.

"Okay. Let's hear this song." "Uhm..." I cleared my throat out of nervousness and opened my journal. Suddenly I wish it was just Matt and I because reading these lyrics back right now, a lot more fucked up than I remember.

"Come on Ly, Harry is cool I promise. He really was keen on hearing some new music from you."

I looked up at him and he had his hand on his chin and had his bottom lip between his two fingers.

Wow he's intimidating.

"Matt's right. I really do want to hear your music. If you don't mind me being here." "No, of course not. Uhm, it gets kinda fucked up in this song so bear with me." "I like you already love. Let's hear it." He said with a smirk and leaned back in his previous position on the couch.

"I'm nervous. But let me hear it." Matt said and I could see the expression on his face under the obvious bloodshot eyes. If I say it's fucked up, he knows it's probably about Dylan.

Which, it is.

"Okay. So...piano. I think it sounds best that way anyhow." "Okay..." Matt started and grabbed the keyboard and I explained the melody and keys I used when I was at home but overall told him to make it his own.

"I'm not finished I don't think. But okay, this is what I got."

Matt started playing the melody and I tried my hardest not to look at the very intimidating man to the left of me.

"Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Would you sit me on a couch?
With your fingers in my mouth?
You look so cool when you're reading me