Debra

May 1974

Jules Meyer had officially become our manager and had a line of shows already planned for us.

Today we took a drive to New Jersey. I had never been since I was born and raised in the suburbs of New York, but according to Greg, it was the same thing. "The girls are more slutty than New York." He told me as we adjusted in his van.

"Hey, Greg isn't your mom from New Jersey?" Billie teased him.

"Fuck you at least I knew my mom!" Billie flipped him off and got in for us to leave.

Greg followed the map Josh held, while Harry and the guys all sat with me in the back playing instruments and singing. "I wrote something," I told the guys and they all looked at me in silence. I had been nervous because the last song I wrote which Harry so kindly named 'x offender' was good, but this was all on my own.

"You need a beat?" Harry began strumming his guitar. I looked at Mitch and he seemed to take interest in what I had to sing. He and I hadn't really talked like we did a few months ago. It was very casual, like acquaintances, not friends. Harry said that he could be a bit shy and quiet at times.

I gave them a rhythm and began singing a song I wrote.

You look good in blue
It matches your skin your eyes dripping with pain
Someone like you, getting off on the lies
'Cause it dulls your surprise again
If it's alright with you, I could give some head
And shoulders to lie on
You look good in blue
I know what you mean when, you say you've seen the end
Someone like you been at it again
You knew what was up in the end
If it's alright with you
I could give some head and shoulders to lie on
Throw your weight on me baby
Don't complain on me baby
Escape in me next to me
I'm tired always tired and I got not place to sleep
Don't mind dividing down the line
Can't say that I'm complaining
'Cause I got no place to play yeah
Don't mind dividing down the line
You look good in blue
It matches your skin your eyes dripping with pain
If it's alright with you 
I could give some head and shoulders to lie on
Yes I could give some head
And shoulders to lie on.

"Whoa." Greg was the first to speak up as I handed Mitch the lyrics in my notebook. "This needs a different beat." He began playing on his bass.

Josh spoke up as well. "Is that song about Harry-"

"Shut up." Harry shook his head. "Wait is it?" I shrugged being too embarrassed to tell him it was.

When we made it to the bar the band piled out and I was pulled away by Harry who chuckled. "Where the hell did that song come from?" I looked down as he pulled me in. His large hands on my waist.

"You hate it right? I just- the other night after you fell asleep I was hot and couldn't sleep and I began writing about everything and I liked it." He chuckled pulling me in to kiss me. I bit my lip as he pulled away slowly.

"I loved it." He said sincerely, his head leaning against mine before he pulled away.

"You did?" He nodded walking into the bar with the guys, his arm around me. "You look so cute." He scoffed.

"Why do you call me that?" He sounded almost offended.

The bar was packed and I instantly looked around to see there was a bathroom nearby. It was a lot cleaner than the one at the CBGB but it was still a bathroom at a club. I pulled Harry in with me and closed the door giggling as he seemed confused.

"Come here." He walked over to me as I put my arms around his neck and kissed him.

It was a heated kiss, the kind where I didn't mind when Harry's hands roamed over my behind and grabbed me under my dress. He pulled away after a few minutes, a small smirk on his lips. "Please let me fuck you here against this door."

"Only if you let me call you cute." He rolled his eyes. His arms held him up by standing in front of me with one hand on each side of my face. "Come on you're very cute, and you're my boyfriend so I get to call you whatever I want."

"Fine Debra, you win, I'm cute." He said quietly. I smiled up at him before reaching down over his jeans to the slight bulge in the front. He gulped as I began to massage my hand over him.

"See when you're good to me I reward you." I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled him out of them, wrapping my hand around his quickly growing hard-on. Not wanting to kneel on the floor, I squatted down and spit on my hands for less friction and used my tongue to lick around the head. I looked up at Harry and took him deeper, moaning as he watched me.

"No hands." He grunted as I put them behind his knees to hold myself. He began thrusting and I quickly had to scold him.

"I have to sing in a bit, need my throat not to be violated." He rolled his eyes standing me up and lifting my dress. He pulled my panties off and looked at them.

"These are nice." He placed them in his jacket pocket and lifted me up against the wall. He did another lift so my thighs rested on his shoulders and my head almost hit the ceiling. I was caught off guard when he began licking me and eating me out. I was on the verge of coming when he dropped me down to eye level. "We need to hurry, this is a long-ass quicky." He pulled a condom out and put it on in a hurry.

I giggled but stopped, gasping as Harry pushed into me slowly. He let me adjust to the size of him while he pressed me up against the wall. "Fuck you're really deep," I whispered against his lips. "It feels so good."

"I noticed that the deeper I am the faster you cum." I blushed about to tell him something but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Deb are you in there?" It was Mitch.

"Tell him you're busy," Harry whispered in my ear slowly moving.

"Yes!" I almost moaned.

"Is Harry in there or is he outside?" Harry's lips began to lick and attack my neck as he rocked into me slowly.

If I was going to hell for having sex before marriage, I could honestly give less than one fuck about it at this point. "He's outside- I'm getting dressed!" He said something before leaving, at least I hoped he left.

The pace of Harry fucking me against the wall increased and I began to feel myself hitting a point of no return. I tugged on his hair and moaned against his neck before I came around him.

A minute later he stilled, finishing himself.

The show was a success and the crowd was great, I felt as if I was walking funny all the way to the van as we drove back home later that night. The great part of doing shows and being a girl was that everyone in the bar wanted to get you a drink.

So I was drunk.

"Ladies and gentlemen on drums we have Josh!" Josh raised his arms up as Billie and Harry, also wasted like me, cheered him on. "On bass we have Greg!" Greg flashed his dick at us and we all booed. "On keyboard we have Billie!"

"Rock and roll!" He ran to jump on Mitch who was the only sober one. "Mitch Rowland on rhythm guitar!"

Mitch stopped and looked at Billie. "I'm the lead guitar."

Harry scoffed and shook his head. "No I'm lead guitar, you are a lead guitar in two songs but I'm lead in the rest."

"Well, I'm a better guitarist so it doesn't matter." Harry let out a dry laugh and I could tell they were getting mad as we stood in front of the van.

"Harry, Mitch let's just head home-"

"Stay out of this Deb!" Harry yelled.

"See you're such a piece of shit to her! You don't deserve her!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Why are you mad for real? Because you had a thing for Debra and I got her?" I was too drunk to really comprehend what was happening so I shook my head and grabbed Josh walking towards the bar again.

"Get me out of here." He laughed nodding and walking with me as the two began arguing some more. Twenty minutes later Harry came back into the bar and told us we had to go. His lip was cut and he had a black eye. "What did you do?"

"Nothing we settled it, he's in the car it's fine." Josh was the one that pulled me close and told me something.

"They're like brothers Deb, always have to fight over dumb shit."

The next morning I woke up naked and hungover. Harry was also naked but by the looks of it, nothing happened because he still had a condom in his hand and was laying on his stomach. I took a shower and walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen to eat something when I saw Mitch sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper. "Hey, Deb."

His eyes were purple and he had a scratch on his arm. "What the hell was that last night?" I sat beside him with coffee.

Mitch looked down before shaking his head. "Harry's a piece of shit." He said lowly. "He's bad for you Deb and I can't stand to see you get hurt-"

"And you're better for me?" I sassed. "Mitch I have feelings for Harry and he has opened up to me and- listen I don't exactly care for his past or his little attitude but he's the guy I want."

When there was trouble between Harry and me the first time, I sat in the exact same spot with Mitch and cried that he was a prick and I hated him. I felt stupid for defending him now but it was different.

"Whatever, I'm over it, and I know you'll come back crying when he fucks up." He grabbed his stuff and walked out of the apartment. I made a cup of coffee for Harry and walked into the room where he had showered quickly and was sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing his temples.

Standing in front of him I smiled and handed him the coffee. "Thank you, baby."

"No problem, do you want me to massage your scalp?" He nodded letting me run his hands through his hair. He leaned back and then looked up to me.

"Good morning kiss." I pressed my lips to him and he smiled gently. "You always know what I need to feel better." I felt butterflies in my stomach when he said that. "But you know what I really need?" I hummed. "To be inside you."

I let out a laugh and was pushed back onto the bed before Harry kissed me roughly. I couldn't help but think about what Mitch said, either Harry and I would end up together or something would pull us apart.

That's just life I guess.

Thanks for reading. Xx

-k