Debra

1974

The guys all woke up, still half asleep after a jam session turned into an all-nighter. I woke them up early the next morning when I came back home from work. They stared at the little matchbox and then back at me.

"What the hell is a CBGB?" Harry asked me as I took off my work shoes and sat down on my makeshift bed on the floor.

"It's a club, we have a gig next Friday- I believe the words you're thinking of are 'gee thanks Deb'."

Harry looked at me as I rubbed my back and then looked down at the source of my back pain.

The guys seemed happy until they realized what time it was. Greg had to leave back home, and the guys all had work. The apartment became empty as I grabbed my stuff to go take a shower.

I was extremely tired after working a twelve-hour shift but I couldn't leave when the new waitress never showed up. It didn't help that I slept on the floor.

I took a shower stepping out of the bathroom in a short nightdress and my robe. Harry stood in the kitchen cleaning something and noticed how I struggled to lay down on the floor. The couch was even more uncomfortable so I didn't even try to sleep there.

"You alright?" He asked in a low voice as he walked over setting down a glass of water for me. "You hungry?" I shook my head.

"No, I had breakfast." He nodded slowly. "My back hurts, that's all."

He sighed sitting down beside me and gently massaging my back. "Deb, come lay in bed with me." I shook my head. "Hey, the shit I said before, I didn't mean, I know you weren't doing that. I just- come on, my bed is more comfortable than this shit." I sighed slowly giving in and nodding.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me into his room and sat me down on the bed. It smelled clean and fresh.

"Did you do laundry?" He scratched the back of his head and nodded.

"Yeah." I smiled and licked my lips at how sexy he was when he was shirtless. The familiar tingling between my legs made me think this was a bad idea.

I sat up and pulled off my nightdress and was left in a pair of underwear and a bralette. Harry seemed confused until I laid flat on my stomach. "Can you massage my back?" He nodded grabbing some of my lotion, putting some on his hands.

He started out on top and began working his way down. I began to become more tired, eventually falling asleep.

Harry stopped after a bit as my eyes closed. He sighed quietly before I felt a blanket over my back and a gentle kiss on my head. He laid beside me in the darkroom, going back to sleep himself. I turned my head to look at him before crawling over and resting one arm on him to cuddle with him.

I looked up at him and he looked back at me. "Thank you." He smiled. "I do sleep better here."

"I sleep better with you." I reached up giving him a soft kiss on his jaw. He rolled onto his side and pulled me into him to hold me close. He began touching me slowly running his hand up and down my back before he placed his hand on my ass.

"Harry." I pulled away. "No Harry, no more." He sighed letting go to lay back. I sighed standing up and getting dressed before heading back to the living room.

He stopped me looking down at me and apologizing. "I'm sorry okay I won't touch you like that- just please." I sighed nodding slowly as he laid down and I followed to do the same.

"You are so back and forth it's annoying." He put his arm around me and sighed.

"I know you love me." I rolled my eyes and fell asleep.

The day of our gig at the club we all waited out on the street for Greg who said he had a surprise. "Maybe we should change our band name, haze is so old." All the guys laughed as I shrugged and put on a bright red lipstick that Lana gave me.

She and I had become even closer. I invited her to the club to support us since Billie and she hadn't been talking in a few weeks. "What about The lips, since our lead singer has those pouty red ones." Harry teased me.

"That's good, let's do that and just not mention our band name tonight in case this gig turns out to be some shit show." The guys all laughed until an old rusty van suddenly pulled up in front of us. Greg jumped out of the car and smiled big.

"Looks like pink isn't getting any pink tonight in that fucking van." Mitch teased him walking around.

"Oh fuck off, it's our band van- we can carry our shit in here and believe me there will plenty of pu-." Billie put his hands over my ears making me laugh.

"I've heard worse shit come out of your mouths." I joked. Sometimes the guys would attempt to clean up their foul language and fail miserably.

"Yeah well you're the little sister I never had and I refuse for them to talk like that in front of you." I rolled my eyes.

Harry jumped out of the van pulling up his jeans pushing and his hair back. "I mean it's not disgusting but it's not the best band van I've seen." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes getting into the van and telling them we had to leave. I sat beside Harry in the back on the only seat there was. He looked up at me and winked. "You're doing it again."

"I can't help when you look so damn good in this outfit." He played with the ends of my black dress. "You look like a damn school girl and I love it." I looked at the guys who were looking at a playboy while Greg drove taking glimpses of it every now and then.

"Too bad you can't touch me anymore." I crossed my legs purposely letting my dress bunch up.

"I bet I can make you beg for me to touch you." I laughed shaking my head and gently scratching the stubble under his chin.

"Really because I'm sure I can get you to cum in your pants while I'm on stage." He licked his lips and chuckled.

"I want to fuck you so bad." I raised an eyebrow. The van stopped and Greg and the guys all jumped out.

I smiled running my finger from his lips down his chest to his belt buckle. "I'd want to fuck me too if I was you baby." I stood up and heard him groan as I got out of the car.

Harry

The smell of piss and heat from the overcrowded club really made this place a shit hole. But it was the band on stage that was playing instantly good songs that made me glad that Deb had met this guy.

We all decided to dress in old suits as a way of looking different, but we didn't make it inside ten minutes when pink had his shirt off already.

Debbie, the fucking tease, was leaning over the bar talking to the bartender. She nodded and turned to me and smirked knowing damn well that this fucked up game we were playing, she was going to win.

A tall man came over to us and introduced himself. "Hilly Kristal how the fuck are you?" He shook our hands as Deb came over to introduce us. "The Lips, I like it, simple yet effective." Deb nodded telling it was my idea. Hilly whistled over to someone and over came running a short shaggy-haired guy.

"Louis?" Deb smiled.

"Hey, Blondie." I eyed them and followed the guys over to the stage where we waited to be up.

Deb began drinking before she got on stage and we went over our three songs to perform. The crowd was loud and drunk as they shoveled through each other to listen to the next band or leave the floor. We all got on stage and set up.

We performed and just as Deb expected I did get hard on stage when she walked over to me and sang while running her hands down my body.

It was our first performance where Deb decided to crowd surf and boy did they love her.

"You guys have a manager?" Hilly asked me specifically. I shook my head. "Here take this, it's a number for a Jules Meyer- a good friend of mine. Tell him you know me and that you guys are in need of a talent manager. That little lady has a lot of talent and a kick-ass band to go with it."

I had been trying to get a fucking phone call through to this guy for months and he just handed me his personal phone number like it was nothing. "Thanks, man." He nodded handing me a beer.

Suddenly I felt hands around me and smirked knowing it was Deb giving in. I turned and was a bit disappointed to find a busty brunette standing there. "Your band was amazing!" I smirked.

"Thanks!" She looked around, pulling me away from the crowd.

"Do you want to go to my car and talk?" I looked around for Deb, finding her talking to that Louis guy. She smiled and laughed with him making me angry.

"Yeah let's go." The brunette smiled big practically dragging me out of the club. As I turned once more I saw Deb looking directly at me. I walked about halfway outside when some feeling began eating in the pit of my stomach. "You know what I uh- I promised my band I would stay out of trouble." She sighed pouting her lips.

She looked used and cheap, if I was honest, At least compared to Debra she was. "You know if you come to my car I'll blow you." Her hands began to grab at me all over.

"Yeah- yeah I know, but I'm good." I saw Greg standing on the other side of the street smoking a cigarette with Billie and Lana who looked like they were back together. "The bass player likes brunettes." She turned and smiled before walking off.

I cursed hitting my head against our van and feeling annoyed. Did I really just give up an easy fuck for a tease? "Harry?" I turned around and saw Debbie standing there with her arms crossed.

"What the hell do you want? Why don't you go talk to the prick inside." She seemed confused and then looked down.

"Louis is a photographer, he's the reason we got the gig. What is your problem?" She got closer to me.

"My problem is that you got into my head and now I can't even fucking think of anything but you! You guilt people into growing feelings for you and that's a bitch thing to do." She rolled her eyes and laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You have feelings for me you idiot, clearly you are so dumb that you can't figure it out!" I shook my head walking down the street as she followed suit. "Yes walk away from me, like you walk away from all your problems."

"Fuck off Blondie I'm annoyed with you."

"You're annoyed because you care and you are so damaged from your past that you hide your feelings!" I stopped feeling her run right into my back. I turned around to face her as she caught her breath. "Admit it, you don't get close to people, right? You gave up that girl because you care about how I will feel! But you don't want to feel anything!"

"So! Who gives a fuck! Besides, I gave her up because I don't want my dick itching the next day! Greg already has his problems." I kept walking and she continued to follow me.

"Ugh, why are you stubborn! Just admit you're afraid Harry It's just you and me!" I stopped again, this time turning around and grabbing Deb by the shoulders and pushing her back against a brick wall. She looked up at me as I leaned down to her level and pointed a finger at her.

"Then what happens huh, we date? You're my girlfriend and then we break up and everything we've worked for or will work for will be fucking ruined because I have a thing for you?"

"Is that what you're afraid of- that we'll break up-"

"Nothing lasts Deb, nothing so just-" She put a hand over my mouth.

Her eyes looked up into mine as the light of the streetlamp kept us from standing in the dark. I could hear the faint sound of music playing and a few people walked by. "Harry you're my friend and before anything, you'll always be my friend. But I have feelings for you and under this fucked up layer of hate, you have feelings too. You feel scared-" I turned my head from her but she gently pulled me back. "You feel nervous."

"I-i-" I hated that she was right.

"Just learn to trust me, I won't ever hurt you baby." She put her arms around my neck and I nodded slowly. "Tell me the truth and stop hiding it." I paused for a moment before I spoke.

"I have- feelings for you." She smiled as if to say go on. "I can't promise I'm not gonna fuck up-"

"I know." She whispered. "I know."

"Deb will you- will you just be my girl." She nodded.

"Yeah, I will." So I pushed her into the dark alley where I kissed her and felt this feeling of happiness. She pulled away, her lips barely touching over mine. "Take me back home?" I nodded quickly.

She was mine.

Thanks for reading.Xx

-k