A/N: So I'm going to go ahead and continue this story. I already have the final chapter written. It's getting there that's going to be interesting. I realize this entry is short but it's the bridge to where shit gets real interesting. I appreciate reviews. Not necessary, but I do value input. Anyway, I don't own the song or the people. Just the idea. The song is called "A Night Like This" it's by Dave Barnes.
They say time flies when you are having fun. I suppose I'm having the time of my life. I opted to extend the tour a couple more months. You know what they say, idle hands do the devils work. I needed a distraction. Unfortunately it wasn't working. I'm pretty sure it just made it worse. The music has and will always be about you. It's my own personal hell.
At this point I can't remember the last time I was sober. The irony of it all was I didn't drink to forget you, I drank to remember. My sober mind refused to think about you. When I drank it had no choice. My memories ran wild. I lived for it. It's all had I left of you.
I sat down at my piano, I stared out into the crowd. So many faces. None of them yours. I placed my hands on the ivory bars and applied pressure. As the notes began to form a recognizable tune, the crowd roared and I couldn't help but think back on the night I wrote it...
You called me at a rather late hour asking for a ride home from the airport. Since I was such a loyal best friend I drug my ass out of bed to do just that. Once you cleared the baggage claim, you climbed into my car. I laughed at your disheveled appearance.
"Daaaaaamn girl! You're a hot mess!" I teased.
"Shut up." You replied with a smile "Take me home. And by home I mean your house. I wanna snuggle."
"Snuggle? That costs extra!" I faked my best serious face.
"Please...?" You whined.
"Well damn. The pouty lip thing and puppy dog eyes are my weakness. Snuggling it is."
We spent the rest of the car ride in a comfortable silence. By the time we made it to my house you were holding my hand. You've always been sneaky like that. We have always been close. You were my best friend. We shared an intimacy like no other. I reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. Your hand caught mine and held it against your cheek. The look in your eyes made my breath catch. I wanted to kiss you and I almost did. Almost. You were so beautiful it hurt. I knew in that moment that I would never love another person as much as I loved you. I wanted you for myself.
I had a hard time sleeping that night. I was restless. You made me nervous. I paced around in the shadows of my house, before I knew it my feet had brought me to my piano. I sat down and poured my heart out
On a night like this
I could fall in love
I could fall in love with you
In this dark so dense
We talk so soft
The way young lovers do
The days last sight
Turns to cool nights breeze
And this love hangs thick like these willow leaves
I've hid myself away from this
But your silhouette is a Judas kiss
On a night like this
The moon sits still
The stars are watching too
The way you move is a lullaby
I could fall in love with you
The days last sight
Turns to cool nights breeze
And this love hangs thick like these willow leaves
I've hid myself away from this
But your silhouette is a Judas kiss
On a night like this
I could fall in love
I could fall in love with you
As the I finished the song, I realized I was no longer alone.
"Did you fall in love?" Your voice was raspy from sleep.
i turned around to face you. I was speechless. I had no idea how to even answer that question. I stood up and slowly walked toward you. The tension was palpable. As I got closer I could see the tears that stained your cheeks. I took your face in my hands and brushed them away with my thumbs.
"Don't cry baby..." I whispered as our foreheads touched.
"Tell me. I need to hear you say it. Tell me I'm not losing my mind. I can't do this anymore." Your voice cracked.
"I love you." I said softly before pressing our lips together. That was the first time I kissed you.
When I finished the song, the crowd was screaming. I smiled and waved. I felt like complete shit. I felt disconnected. I signaled for my guitar and continued with the rest of the show. I don't know how to fix this. I don't know if I can. I want my daughter. I want you.
After the show I showered and made my way to my bus. I was exhausted and needed a drink. As I boarded the bus I noticed Davey my drummer sitting on the couch.
"Demi, we need to talk." He didn't look happy.
I knew I wasn't going to like this.