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"You ungrateful little cunt I swear to god if it was up to me your ass would have been out of this fucking band the second I met you!" I wanted to protect Deb, beat this bitches ass, but she told me to stay back as we made it backstage after our performance. She sat on a chair still wearing the sunglasses she had on stage, looking almost bored to death at Kim's words. "I let that cock sucking fucker send you shit heads out here so I can help and this is the fucking thanks I get!"

And then Debra May, who at this point was not Debra May, proceeded to yawn dramatically.  She wasn't Debra, she was Blondie right now. I was the one who told her to use Blondie like a shield from idiots. It wasn't her it was what we all wish we could be, a badass.

"Are you done? For fuck's sake." Kim looked like he was about to pick her up and choke slam her down onto the ground.

"You fucking little spoiled bitch-"

"Yes, I'm a bitch! I'm a cunt! I'm a dog shit eating whore! We get it, Kim! Come up with some new material I'm so annoyed! Three days here and I actually am contemplating on hanging myself with your leopard print panties!"

She stood, not even reaching the man's shoulders and put her hands on her hips. "I don't give a fuck how many one hit wonders you had or the fact that you're managing some band- you are a sack of shit! I will never take advice on how to dress from a man who looks like my closet threw up and then was shit on!"

"And you'll never work in this town again!" He threatened as she turned to grab her bag. We all grabbed our stuff trying to make a point that Debra had made perfectly clear, we didn't need to change for anyone. "No producer will work with you or your band Blondie!"

"Oh no!" she said sarcastically. "God forbid we lose working with shitty producers like you! God no, not all the people you know! That's like two people!" She flipped him off.

"Fucking little cock sucking whore! You'll fucking regret this moment!" He pointed a finger at her face.

"Yeah? Well, suck my dick!" Just like that, we left.

We ended up back at a motel where we all sat around. "Band meeting," Mitch said as we walked into the piece of shit we were staying in. The bed vibrated, but the switch was broken so it would either not vibrate or randomly begin shaking uncontrollably.

I sat on the bed with Josh and Greg, Billie on the floor, Deb pacing and Mitch leanings against the wall thinking. "What was that Deb?"

Debra turned slowly and crossed her arms. "What?"

"You ruined this for us, he could have helped us." He said shaking his head. "This isn't your band, this is all of our band and we have to make decisions together."

She scoffed shaking her head. "Well if you are agreeing with him you can also suck my dick, Mitch! You stood there and let him make fun of the way you dressed and looked! I don't want to go on stage looking like a whore in stilettos and a g-string. I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want and no man- not even the man I married-" she pointed to me. "- will tell me what I can and can't do!"

"He knows what's good for business!" She rolled her eyes.

"Can we calm down for a second, I think Deb was right on and very rock and roll about this whole situation- Mitch you like your long hair and ruffled shirts," Greg told him. "We're each individuals and fuck anyone who tells us we should do things the way they say."

Billie nodded, agreeing with Deb. Josh sighed and crossed his arms. "I don't watch clown porn." The tension immediately deflated and we all laughed at how it took almost three days for Josh to bring the insult up.

Debra turned to me and sighed. "Anything else to say, Harry?" I smirked pulling her onto my lap.

"I have a badass wife," I said lowly making her smile.

I was going to hear this from Jules later.

Debra

The guys all decided to go swimming in the motel pool the next day in the afternoon. It was a warmer day, but I was more concerned about Harry on the phone with Jules. I stood by the bathroom door and listened to his side of the conversation.

"...I understand but if you listened to half the shit he said to Deb....well I was a day away from killing him if he didn't shut up!....no I'm not....well it's not like he has many connections to anything.....I don't give a fuck....yes I'm on her side about all of this....okay...wait really.....yeah, that's great...great thank you.....bye." He hung up and sighed loudly.

I walked in and stood there looking at him as he had his eyes glued to the ceiling. "Everything okay?" he nodded. "Don't lie to me."

"He said he's understanding of what you did but the next time you do it remember to think before you speak. He also said that a record label really liked the album." My eyes widened big, going over to sit next to him on the bed. "He said he sent it over to this radio station in New York and a few around the country who seemed to like it."

It was nice to think about, having our song on the radio, but at the same time, because I was a woman in a rock band, they might not do it. They'll see me on the cover and scrap it. "Hopefully honey, 'rip her to shreds' or any one of your songs could be someone's favorite song by the end of all of this." He smiled looking up at the ceiling again.

"I'm scared." He said after a long pause of laying in silence. "Getting this close for it to be taken away." he seemed so vulnerable when he spoke like this. So gentle and sweet, yet when he was angry it was like looking into the eyes of a bull and praying to god you don't get into the way of his wrath.

I cuddled up to him and pressed kisses to his bare chest and neck, across his jawline, and then to his lips. "We'll be okay." He nodded looking up at me with his green eyes dull and sad. "I love you."

"Do you really?" he said lowly.

"I do, wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." I played with the ends of his hair as he laid there beside me. "Want me to show you how much I love you?"

"Sex?" I rolled my eyes. "No?"

"Yes Harry, sex, but can you call it something nicer." He thought about it for a minute.

"Manky panky?" I laughed shaking my head. "That's all I got." he shrugged.

I straddled him and pinned his arms back against the mattress. "I'm gonna tickle you if you don't stop playing around."

"Tickle me where?" he winked.

"Ew." he laughed at my reaction, quickly flipping us over. He sighed looking down at me with a soft smile.

"Baby, I want you to meet someone important to me when we get back to New York." I was a bit confused as to what he was talking about. Who did Harry know that was important? He hated everyone besides the band.

"Who?"

He looked down. "M-my brother, he's buried in New York and I- it's stupid he's dead and-" I covered his mouth shaking my head.

"It's not stupid, I would love to go and visit him with you. Okay?" he pulled me in close and just held me against his chest.

"You're the love of my life Debra May." kisses were pressed against my neck and we began making out on the bed.

Harry was on top of me kissing me roughly when I told him we should get under the covers in case the guys came back, since they had keys to the room and never knock.

He pulled the blanket over us as I tugged at his jeans. He scooted down, spreading my legs, humming under the blanket as he began to lick up my slit. My breathing increased as he took his time licking and sucking on my clit. Usually, this was Harry's way of getting me ready for him to take me hard, but I wasn't complaining.

I rolled my hips against his face and let out soft moans as I came against his tongue, calling out his name. "Harry..." he pulled away and lifted the blanket with a smile.

"Fuck, you always taste so fucking good, could literally be down here all day if you'd let me." I moaned pushing his head down once again. "Far out."

"Shut up and keep goi- oh god no biting!" I smacked the back of his head when he bit my thigh. I just heard him laughing before sucking on the skin. Harry loved to leave 'love bites' on me, usually places no one can see. 

I was in a serious trance of pleasure when suddenly it was all stopped by the door opening and Josh standing there completely wet from the pool and out of breath like he ran here as fast as he could. "Deb where's Harry!? You guys need to come down!"

I laid there completely motionless while Harry froze under the blanket. "Um, why?"

"We're on the radio! Come down here!" I gasped Harry cursing as he slid from under the blanket with his dick out. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry just put something on and run!" Harry grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself running as I used the blanket and ran down the hall towards the pool.

I screamed and jumped up and down as I heard my voice. A song Harry and I wrote was on the radio and we were naked. I hugged him and felt the guys hug us as we jumped up and down. "Ah fuck Harry has a boner!" They all laughed, but I began crying because that was my voice and lyrics being played to the world.

This was just the beginning.

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