Okay I'm not 2 sure about the next couple of chapters I think they're really poor. But n e way I hope my lack of grammar doesn't spoil this 4 u guys: D That didn't make much sense lol...
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The title is once again stolen from a song Kiss with a fist By Florence and the Machine.
After that he kind of just drifted away.
Another week seemed to pass and then another, he never went back to the shop. He stopped watching Howard and he stopped watching her.
He gave up hope.
He buried himself in the consultation of new friends and parties. He stopped making music though, his dream of fame and a band drifted away from him. It was never his dream, it had always been their dream.
Most nights he stay out until the early hours of the morning; there was not point in going home noone was waiting for him, he'd just shamble back to Leroy's flat alone.
On the surface his life hadn't really changed a lot he did all the same things that he use to do when it was him and Howard; but deep inside of him things had changed .Nothing was fun any more it was just boring and ugly.
He'd never expected his life to become so mundane, without Howard he never had any adventures. It was strange because when they had been together he'd always considered himself to be the one who brought all the fun and adventure to their relationship.
One night while he'd been on his way to meet Leroy and a couple of Electro girls they'd started seeing, he'd been suddenly side tracked. What had diverted him from his course he didn't know all he knew was he couldn't stop, his feet seemed to take on a life of their own.
But he did stop, and when he did he found himself standing outside the familiar entrance to the Velvet Onion. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been there, he'd stayed away purposefully. He smiled at the sound of Bob Fossil's voice, which boomed out from inside. He was doing one of his ridiculously long winded introductions.
Against his better judgement he went inside. The Velvet Onion was packed but he managed to find himself a space at the bar, from his vantage point he could see the stage and order himself a Flirtini at the same time.
He leaned against the bar sipping his cocktail half listening to Fossil, his eyes darted around the dimly lit club. They widened suddenly as he caught sight of Naboo, Bollo and the board of Shaman, they were seated close to the stage and the head of Pie face records was with them. He couldn't help it he looked desperately for Howard, he didn't see him a sinking feeling suddenly filled his stomach. He turned to leave, but it was at that very moment that she started singing. What he'd heard in the shop had not prepared him, her voice was better than good it was the best thing he had ever heard. However much he loved Howard he couldn't forgive him for what he'd done to someone who had such a talent. How could he let her sing Jazz when that voice was clearly made for electro.
Grudgingly he had to admit that they sounded good, everyone seemed to enjoy it even when she'd forgotten a whole chorus and just made it up as she went along. They were both wasted, he could tell from the expression on Howard's face that he was totally out of it.
When it ended to his surprise he suddenly found himself wishing that it had all gone on a little longer. He liked her voice and he'd missed Howard so much, he could have leaned against the bar and re-played that moment for the rest of the night. Over and over again he would have felt a swell of pride as he watched Howard strumming away.
He was wrong though, everyone hadn't liked the set they'd all loved it even Naboo and Bollo. He added his voice to the crowds request of 'MORE!' He ordered another Flirtini and positioned himself on one of the now vacant nearby bar stools. He watched silently as Saboo the Shaman who whenever he had encountered him always seemed to be bickering with Tony Harrison helped her down from the stage, Howard was getting poked in the chest by Bob Fossil who was obviously ordering the pair to get back up on the stage.
If Howard was going to do another song he didn't want to miss it finishing the contents of his glass, he hurried off in the direction of the toilets. To his dismay not only was the line to the men's toilets extremely long it was also populated mostly by people who knew him, the head Shaman Dennis, the child Shaman Kirk and Howard's blind friend Lester Corn-whatever were all positioned in the que. He had no choice but to duck into the ladies, so he ducked into the ladies which was thankfully empty. Disappearing into one of the cubicles he was followed into the ladies almost immediately by the sound of three sets of high heels drumming along the polished floor.
'You know you were pretty good out there, even though you had your Dad on back-up.' His ear pricked up at the sound of rustling and then someone snorting.
'Howard's not my Dad!' Her voice cut through him like a knife, he suddenly stopped what he was doing at listened.
'Yea, yea I know he's your b'
'You know I'm getting some vibes from that pink head.' Another voice interrupted them, she sounded vacant and distant as she spoke. He opened the cubicle door an inch and peered out. He couldn't help it the first thing that came into his head was how good they all looked. The distant vacant on who had just finished speaking was rocking a Betty Page pin-up girl type of a look, she had long rich chestnut hair and she was wearing a pink and white thigh length mini prom dress. From a distance he could just make out the faint pastern of white lips on the fabric. The one standing on the other side of Howard's...Her, was clad in an eclectic blue play suit, her accessories were all blue and red anchors earrings, necklace, belt. He almost wanted to sob with pleasure at the sight of her thigh high cherry red boots.
'You coming?' (Sailor, that's what he'd decided to call her in his head) asked.
'Just give me a minute.' She replied.
Sailor grabbed Betty and the pair left the toilets giggling away. He watched her as she pulled something thin and plastic from the this season leopard print bag that hung limply from her wrist. Studying the object for a moment she released a faint sigh.
'Shit.' She murmured softly discarding the plastic tube in a nearby bin she straightened herself up and left following closely behind her friends.
Curiosity got the better of him he left the safety of the toilet cubical and immediately set about retrieving the object from the bin, he groped around for a moment until his hand brushed against something hard. Even he knew what it was, it was a pregnancy test it wasn't just that it was a positive pregnancy test.
She was pregnant with Howard's baby!
He suddenly became very dizzy and dazed he stumbled out of the ladies' toilets, and was confronted immediately by the sight of Howard talking animatedly with the head of Pie face records, she was not far away from him in a deep conversation with the Shaman Saboo.
The next day he left London.
It was only a few weeks later when he'd started working at Euro Disney, that he met a girl called Clem.
