Author note: I know that members of Pink Floyd were married around the time of my fic, but I didn't use their wives as characters in my fanfic. Instead, I just created a whole new character to be their "girlfriend" because I don't know a lot about their actual wives, and I find it difficult to write about/create dialogue for someone I don't know a lot about. Enjoy! 

I stared out the window of the cab the entire drive home. It was completely silent between David and I, but luckily the radio was playing to make it less awkward.

I guess I was trying to keep it from him, without even knowing it. I knew that I was in the wrong and David had every right to be mad. But what’s done is done.

We pulled up in front of our flat and I swear that David opened the door before the car was even parked. He went into the trunk and grabbed his bags and quickly hurried inside. However, I took my time because I really didn’t want to go inside. I knew that I had to eventually, though.

“David I’m sorry!” I told him when I got in.

He unpacked all of his things and ignored what I said for a while. I was following him all around the flat, apologizing over and over until he would talk.

“Were you going to go see him? Is that why you didn’t throw it away?” He questioned.

“No!” I yelled. “Why are you mad at me? Why aren’t you mad at him for giving me his number?!”

“Because he’s the lead singer of Led Zeppelin, Emma. They all think that they can have whoever they want and do whatever they want. It’s the fact that you kept the number, and the fact that you didn’t fucking tell me!”

He was right and we both knew it.

Just then, Roger opened the door so suddenly that it actually made me jump a bit. The room was so quiet from the tension between David and I.

“You guys are back!” Roger observed.

Behind him stood a short girl with brown hair, a little lighter than his. She walked up beside Roger and kept quiet.

“This is Aubrey! He introduced. “Bree, this is Emma and David.”

She smiled politely and we did the same back. The atmosphere around us was so negative that she probably thought we came off pretty rude, which I don’t blame her for thinking that.

“How was the trip?” Roger asked.

It was silent again as I looked at David. He glared at me for a moment and then looked at Roger. “Fine.” He said sharply.

I walked into the bedroom and started to put my things away. I thought that maybe if I forgot about it, the situation would go away on its own.

“So how long have you and David been dating for?” Aubrey peeked into the bedroom and asked. Obviously, it was impossible to forget about the situation.

“Over 2 years now.” I replied and smiled.

“Really? That’s impressive.”

I didn’t know that dating David was supposed to be impressing.

“So you’re pretty close with the band then?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” I chuckled. “I don’t really see them as a band anymore, though. I see them more as a group of friends, you know?”

“I understand. I hope that they all like me,” she laughed nervously.

“I’m sure that they will. They’re all pretty easy going, except for Roger… but you’re dating him so that works out well.” We both laughed and let the awkward silence fall upon us.

Roger came in and shot a glare at me, which made me feel really uncomfortable. It was obvious that David was telling him about our argument.

“See you tomorrow Dave!” Roger shouted before closing the door behind him and Aubrey.

I didn’t bother talking to David after they left; I went back in the room and put a record on the turntable. It eased my nerves, in a way.

I stayed in that room for a couple hours, painting away and listening to music in peace. Of course, David was the only thing that was on my mind.

I stepped out of the room and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. David was sitting on the couch, strumming away at a guitar.

“Is that it?”

“Hmm?” I quickly turned around to face David. I swallowed the water in my mouth. “What?”

“Is that all that happened? Robert gave you his number and that’s it?” He watched me closely.

It felt like my throat was closing up and I couldn’t breathe or speak. I had chills go down my spine just thinking about telling David about Keith Richards. ‘Just tell him.’ I thought to myself.

“Well…”

Before I could even finish, David put his guitar down and stood up. He walked up close to me and waited patiently for my response.

“That was it with Robert…” I clarified. “But…”

“But what?” He asked coldly.

“Keith Richards kissed me but I mean like it wasn’t a consented kiss he just leaned in and pecked my lips for a quick second.” I spoke so quickly in one sentence.

David stood still for a moment and then looked down at the floor. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not.” I regretted.

He let out a deep breath and scratched his head before running his hand through his hair.

“But I pushed him off, Dave, I pushed him off and that was it. I walked away after.” I added.

“The thing that aggravates me the most, is that you went on the whole night acting fine, like nothing even happened.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t leave you alone for a fucking minute, can I?” He raised his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

“I would have gone on my entire life not knowing if I didn’t find that damn number in your pocket.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?!” He yelled.

“I am.” I spoke shortly. I didn’t want to speak at all, honestly.

He looked over at the wall and then started to walk into the bedroom. I went to grab a hold of his arm but he shook it off and continued to walk.

At least I wasn’t hiding anything from him anymore. It was off my chest, even though this argument was weighing on my shoulders now.

He stormed out of the bedroom and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?!” I asked.

“Roger’s.” He opened the door. The cold air rushed in.

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be with you.” He shut the door behind him.