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Wednesday, January 7, 2015 - 3:07pm - Did Bookie end because of new couple Sooric?

Bill Compton was no where in sight as Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman looked very happy and very cozy leaving the office of their record label, Sonnet Indie, today hand in hand.

Here's what one source had to say about the hottest new couple in music:

"Sookie was devastated when things ended with Bill and Eric was there to pick up the

the pieces. They have both known each other for so long they never thought of each

other in that way but when things are right, they're right. I've never seen either of

them this happy.

While we hope this new super couple is here to stay it could very well be a rebound and it's clear Sookie likes to date in the workplace.

Debbie Herveaux should watch her man, Sookie could be coming for Alcide next.

"This is fucking bullshit." I complained, slamming my laptop closed and tossing it to the other end of Eric's large navy blue sofa.

"It's just a bunch of garbage they make up to sell advertising space and papers, ignore it." Eric asked taking bowls out of the cupboard.

"Who is this source in all of these articles?" I asked baffled. "As a band, we only talk to each other, there is no outside source."

"There isn't a source, it's a bunch of malarkey the writer makes up to give their untrue article more truth." He said dishing up whatever he had made us. "Why do you read it if it pisses you off so much?"

"I want to know what my image is, what people are saying. It affects the band as much as it affects me personally." I said running my hands through my hair sighing angrily. I looked up to the nearly comically large TV and instantly felt comforted, he had put on Singin' in the Rain for me.

"So what? They are speculating that we're dating, is that really the worst thing?" He asked as he placed a bowl of white cheddar mac and cheese in front of me, it smelled incredible and my mouth instantly started salivating. I hadn't eaten a proper meal in months.

"You put tomatoes and bacon in it." I cooed digging in.

"It's your favourite." He said quietly as he began to eat from his own bowl.

"Thank you." I tried to say through my food, it came out all mumbled and muffled before I swallowed. "And to get back to what we were talking about, no it's not the worst thing but they aren't reporting that are they?" I wiped my face with a napkin and reached for the glass of red wine he put out for me. "They are reporting that I'm some cheating cock hungry whore who is running through my band like I can't control myself. I don't want Debbie to freak out. I love Debbie."

"Well at least they aren't reporting that you're a crack hungry whore anymore." He grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Stop finding a silver lining." I scolded him.

"Stop complaining then." He scrunched up his nose at me while a small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he went back to eating his food.

I smiled back as I nestled into his large couch and continued to eat.

Eric's apartment was cozy, that was the only way to describe it. It had a relatively large living area and high ceilings, a piano was in the far corner in between floor to ceiling windows and his television. All the wood from the floor to the furniture to the beams in the ceiling were dark and all the other furnishings were white, black, grey or navy. To the right was his kitchen, not too large but big enough to have all the gadgets he needed to cook whatever he wanted. There was a full bathroom off his modest foyer, with chandelier over head and marble floors. Down the hall was one more bathroom, two more bedrooms, one guest and one converted into his office/award room and his master bedroom with en suite. It was small compared to Bill's and my place, the place I was going to have to think about selling soon.

I had a second helping much to Eric's pleasure and changed into one of his large t-shirts, not wanting to wear the pyjamas Nora packed for me. I sat beside him and looked over his tattoos as he watched some Animal Planet show about puppies. "Whose mouth is this?" I asked as I let my fingers traces over the cherry red lips of his new tattoo.

He looked down at his bicep and then back to me. "It's your mouth."

I looked closer looking at wear the lips parted, I now realized they were singing and I could see the gap of my teeth. "Why?"

He shrugged. "It made me feel closer to you. I missed you Sook."

I smiled at his honesty. "I missed you too." I paused. "You're gonna run out of room soon."

"I have lots of bare skin left."

"I can't see any."

"Are you trying to get me naked, Legs?" He asked with a wicked grin.

"Maybe." I cocked an eyebrow. "I mean considering everyone thinks we're dating now and all." I gave him a goofy grin before cuddling up to him. "Are you seeing anyone?"

He shook his head as he slowly rubbed my arm with his thumb. "Nah."

"It's been a year since Katy, are you not ready?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I just think I haven't met the right person for me right now." He looked down at me. "I'll know when I meet them, I'm in no rush."

I nodded slowly. "Okay, you know I just want you to be happy, right?" I told him.

"I know." He said as he kissed the top of my head.

"I hate your beard by the way." I just wanted to keep talking to him, I had missed his company so much that I was binging hard now that we were back together.

He laughed rubbing it with his hand. "Well if you hate it, I'm keeping it. It's going to get crazy long."

I scrunched up my face in disgust. "Ew, no."

"It's gonna get Dumbledore long." He teased.

"No don't, you're too handsome to hide your face with a beard." I said touching the stiff bristles of hair on his face.

He chuckled softly. "Maybe I'll shave it soon." He said stroking the other side.

"Please, please do." I said snuggling back down against him and he pulled me closer.

We were silent for quite some time as we watched a bunch of different kinds of puppies fall all over themselves in a field. "I think I'm gonna go to bed." I finally said standing, looking down at him. "This day has been incredibly long for me."

He nodded as I left the room and walked down the hallway. His office door was open and the glitter of gold caught my eye. His office was where he kept all his awards, the awards we had won together. Thirteen Grammys, a Golden Globe, countless MTV Music Awards, Teen Choice Awards, People's Choice Awards, American Music Awards, Billboard Awards, awards from different countries equivalent of the Grammys. They were packed on shelves, leaning against walls and piled on the floor.

"I think I'm gonna pack most of them up and put them in storage. Everything other than the Grammys and the Golden Globe." There was a bitter undertone in his voice about the Golden Globe. We were nominated for the Best Original Song Oscar that year too, we were favoured to win but ultimately we lost to some Disney/Pixar movie. Eric wanted to win badly, he'd always had a love for the movies and an Oscar would have made him incredibly happy. "There's just too much and I want more of a music room."

I didn't respond as I walked up to the Grammys and let my fingers run over the first one we ever won, Best New Artist. "Can you believe we did this?" I asked looking at him. "Ten years and look at everything we accomplished." Seeing all the awards made me think about all the other things we had accomplished, all the songs we had written, all the fans we had made, we received letters by the bag full thanking us for making the music we had. How a song could change a life, score the meeting of lovers, help someone through a breakup, help someone feel like life was worth living when there seemed like there was nothing left to live for.

A song could save a life and that's when I realized I needed music, my music, our music to save mine. I couldn't imagine my life without it and it was the thing that was going to get me through the shit I was going through now. I would write it all out.

"I want to go back to this." I said still staring at the award.

"What?" Eric asked walking up behind me.

"Do you remember the night we won this?" I asked him.

"Of course I do." He said like I was crazy to imply he had forgotten.

"We were so excited, we played like we were gonna die the next day, like nothing else mattered, I had never felt so alive." I frowned as I looked at him. "I don't feel that way anymore." I shook my head. "When we go away on this retreat I want to go back to the beginning. Forget about our image and what's expected of us. I want to stop writing songs with the hopes that they be hits and start writing again because if I don't I'll feel like I'll explode, like their are no other words that can go on the page other than the words flowing from my pen."

Eric was beaming at me. "Have you written anything lately?"

"Not much but can feel the need to right under my skin. What about you?" I asked him.

"I've written a song every single day for the past 15 years." He admitted.

"Why haven't you offered more when we record?" I questioned not knowing this about him.

"Because most of them aren't very good."

"I'm sure that's not true. No more hiding because we think something's not good. This album will have no rules, everything is welcome and no idea is vetoed." I suggested.

He nodded. "We should get Tara and Alcide on the phone."

"And LaFayette." I reminded him. We stared at each other surrounded by our accolades. "It's over, Bill and I, I know that." I finally admitted out loud. "I will be fine eventually, I just think I need to write him away. Does that make sense?"

"Yes." He strode towards me and scooped me into a hug. "We'd been drifting for awhile. We'll be great again."

I smiled and grabbed his hand and a pad of paper heading back to Eric's living room, setting up a conference call with the rest of the band. We talked for hours, we talked about themes, about what we had written lately, what direction we wanted to go in. LaFayette was vocal, suggesting possibly a more electronica sound, "I'm good with a synthesizer," which excited us all, we had never recorded a song in that genre before.

Exhausted, we finally said good night and Eric and I fell into bed. He cuddled me close and I felt comforted by his touch. "It nice to be held again." I told him. He responded by nuzzling closer to me. "I'm sorry again, about everything." I whispered knowing he was drifting off to sleep.

"Don't be sorry." He mumbled.

We were silent again for a few more moments. "I love you, Eric." I said as I closed my eyes.

"I love you too, Legs." He responded before sleep took us.

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