1975

I had never been to Las Vegas- let alone anywhere besides England where I was born, and anywhere our road trip took us. We decided to stop for the day and walk around to the stores and play a little. Debbie wanted to stay at a nice hotel but with the lack of money, we had only enough for one motel room.

She sat in a bathrobe doing her makeup while all the guys pushed and wrestled in the motel. I watched her carefully as she put sparkly crap all over her eyelid. I turned to walk into the actual room where I saw Mitch watching me. I came up to him and pulled a carton of smokes telling him to join me on the stairs outside.

He followed me taking a seat on the steps and lighting up, not saying much. The day he and I fought outside of the club was the last time he and I really had much of a conversation that didn't include music. He told me he had grown feelings for Deb and that it irritated him that we were together. I told him that I would try my best to keep her happy- and fuck anyone who thinks I didn't.

I have been trying my hardest to keep Deb and me together, even though I feel worthless and down she was becoming a part of me. I was so in love with her that what I wanted to do next was talk to Mitch.

I needed to have a conversation with him because I had a plan to ask Debra to marry me.

It started one night when she was rambling on and on about her clothes. It's strange because any other woman I would tell them they're annoying and to fuck off but with her- with her, it was like she was a poet. I wanted to listen to her talk and sing and laugh. I was damn fool constantly and the night we fucked around with that groupie, I realized that she was mine and I wanted her to only be mine no matter who was involved. But first I had to talk to my friend.

"Do you still have feelings for her?" I asked him. He exhaled shaking his head.

"No man, she's just my friend, I'm happy for you guys." I nodded reaching into my pocket to pull out the small ring to show my best friend. He whistled looking at it as he put it on his ring finger. Debbie's hands were so small that it barely fit the top part of his finger. "Oh Harry you shouldn't have-it doesn't fit me."

I laughed punching his arm as he looked at it more clearly. "I'm gonna ask her to marry me." He handed the ring back to me and nodded.

"Damn, never thought I would see the day little boy blue wanted to get married by choice- wait is she pregnant?" I rolled my eyes.

"No you fucker, she's just- she's it I guess." He nodded slowly. "I wanted you to know first since you're my best mate and-"

"Oh, I'm your best friend?" I nodded at his sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, asshole you're my best friend." We looked at each other. "Mitch I don't want any shit between us- like ever."

"So like- am your best man?" He teased laughing at me for this sentimental moment I was making.

"Fuck off- but yes you are." he nodded.

"When are you planning to do it?" I shrugged looking around as it got darker out in the desert strip.

"No place more romantic than the casino aye?" We laughed standing to go back up to the room.

Two hours later I stood angrier than ever. We had exactly two hundred dollars left to get to LA and this dumb fucking crack head Pink bet it all on one fucking color. "I'm gonna kill you son of a bitch!" I grabbed him by the collar.

"Pink, what the fuck were you thinking!" Billie smacked him in the back of the head. Deb looked nervous and I was fuming with the other guys as the dealer spun the wheel.

We were about to lose two hundred dollars. "I'm feeling lucky and if this lands on the black, we win out money back and if it lands on my number we win six grand." His logic was completely stupid but as the wheel slowed down we all looked, praying to God it would at least land on black.

We waited as it slowed down and then a miracle happened. We jumped up to the sky as the ball landed right on pinks stupid number and we had six grand to spit six ways.

We each put up some for gas and the rest of the trip and then we split off into different areas of the casino.

Another two hours passed when Deb and I were drunk in some strip club. She sat on my lap in a short little white slip-on dress and watched the girls on stage dance around. She looked down at me and giggled. "I want her." I laughed wasted to shit.

"I want you, Debra." Her smile dropped.

"Yeah?" I nodded looking around. "How much?"

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring. Right there in Las Vegas, in a strip club, I asked miss Debra May Harris to marry me. "Marry me?" She looked down at the ring and gasped.

"Are you sure?" I nodded. "Oh my god!" I slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her. She stood, almost falling over and stared at the ring. "You and I are engaged!"

I nodded pulling her out of there- and well that was the last thing I could remember.

The next morning I woke up cuddling Debra. I felt arms around me as well which immediately made me open my eyes and realize that we had all piled up in bed back at the motel and fell asleep. I looked at the guys and realized that Billie was holding me.

Luckily we were all dressed.

Deb felt me shift and opened her eyes to look at me. She blinked a few times and then stared up at me with a soft smile. "Hi."

"Hi, baby." I pressed a kiss to her lips and felt her hand on my cheek. She looked at her hand where the ring was snug on her finger. "I love you."

Behind me, I heard the guys awe making me roll my eyes. "Aww Harry loves his wife." My eyes widened like Debbie's as we awkwardly laughed turning to the guys.

Pink stood up and walked to the bathroom to vomit while they all stretched their arms over their head. "Damn Harry you are comfortable." Billie joked.

"I think we should leave the happy couple to their honeymoon." Josh teased.

I looked at Debra and then back at the guys. "Guys we just got engaged." They all laughed and then stopped looking at each other.

"Oh shit they don't remember- I told you they were fucked up!" Mitch smacked Pink as he came out of the bathroom.

Greg rubbed his eyes and laughed. "I blame the state of Nevada for having such easy marriage licenses and wedding chapels next to bars." My eyes got wide as a folder was thrown at me. There as clear as day with my signature next to Debra, was a marriage license.

We couldn't believe it but there it was. "Hey guys before you freak out, it was a pretty nice wedding," Greg said to us trying to calm us down. "Let's take you out to breakfast to sober up yeah? Mr. And Mrs. Styles." They all laughed.

After breakfast, we sat at a restaurant drinking while Deb and I looked over the Polaroid photos of our wedding. I smiled at how even drunk and wearing a small white slip-on dress she looked so fucking gorgeous. "I can't believe we got married last night."

"I can't believe how beautiful you looked." She smiled kissing me.

"I can't believe I caught the bouquet." Greg took another drink still holding the flowers.

"Yeah turns out I got married last night," I said over the phone to our manager Jules somewhere going into California.

"Jesus Christ with who?" I scoffed.

"With Blondie, who the fuck else- listen I need to know who we're meeting out in LA because we'll be there in a few hours." He clears his throat and sighs.

"Yeah yeah listen his name is Kim Fowley- listen Harry he's a big fucking deal so I want you guys on good terms. I guess he's working with some teens out there for a band I don't fucking know." I wrote down the guys name and address of where we were going. I hung up the phone on the hook and stepped out of the phone booth.

Deb looked out at the desert along the highway where we stopped in a gas station to make the call. "Wife?"

"Husband?" I smirked smacking her ass while she got in the van.

Mitch came around and looked at me as I closed the van. "Can't believe you're married."

"Same." but I was actually happy.

Wild I know...

Does anyone recognize the name, kim Fowley?

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-k