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Cold Blooded Lover

You picked up your phone. It was a text message from your manager. Y/n you need to be at the studio in less then an hour. You groaned. That’s right you had to go work with the band The Pretty Reckless. You had met them in brief passing before and you and their lead singer Taylor had completely clashed. You got dressed. Brushed and spiked your thick black hair. You got in the car and started to head towards the studio. Of course you had to stop and get coffee. If you didn’t, there was no way you were survive this session. You arrived at the studio five minutes before your session was about to begin. Your manager saw you and waved you into the booked room. You walked in and noticed you were the first one there. Your manager started talking to you, however you weren’t really paying much attention to what he was saying. He said he had a bunch of work to do and said goodbye. Suddenly you were alone. You looked around the room at all the equipment. Multiple guitars, keyboards, basses and drums surrounded the room. As well as multiple microphones. You stayed seated and pulled out your phone. You glanced at the time, not really knowing when they were supposed to get here. You started watching random ass videos on YouTube. You laughed as you watched someone get knocked over by a wave while trying to be all sexy. You noticed your phone’s battery was running low. That’s when you also noticed the time. What the fuck you thought to yourself. They were over a half hour late. What a way to make an entrance. As you went to plug your phone in, you heard the sound of people laughing, just before the door opened. You turned your head to see the band had finally arrived. You were pissed, so you just continued to focus on plugging your phone in. “Oh sorry y/n were late. Taylor and Ben were taking forever to get ready.” Marked laughed as Ben wacked his arm. You just nodded. You glanced at Taylor as you nodded noticing her eyes rolling as you didn’t speak. “Ok well let’s get this over with” you spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear. Taylor was next to speak. “Ben and I will write some lyrics and then you can figure out what you want to do on this song.” You glared at her. “We’re supposed to write the lyrics together. I mean if you even know what that means.” You hissed through your teeth. “Okay you two don’t start fighting. Taylor you and y/n can write lyrics. As soon as that’s done I will look them over and help fix it up.” Ben spoke as a leader. Taylor and you just nodded. You pulled up a chair at the little table in the studio. Grabbing a pad of paper, pencil and guitar. “Okay well I don’t know how you do it Momsen but as a solo artist I start with the overall guitar part.” “Oh wow the newbie knows how to write a song. This ought to be good.” Taylor spoke sarcastically. You started to fool around with the guitar. You knew you couldn’t possibly make a light and upbeat song with this chick. It would have to be dreary and depressing. The way she made you feel. You started to play random chords and little riffs based off of those chords. Taylor wasn’t really paying any mind to you. That was until you played a series of chords. Sad but also still thrilling. She gawked her head towards you. “Again” she said. “What?” you responded not really paying any attention to her. ”Play those damn chords again.” You stared at her for a second but not at her it was a blank stare. Trying to think of the order that you just played those chords in. You figured it out and started to play. Ben was watching you. He started to play the same chords. “That’s it. Yea something along those lines.” Taylor was speaking to Ben as if he came up with the riff. You stopped playing and just watched him. He was fumbling around with the chords. Playing them with different pedals and distortions. Taylor’s eyes fixated on him, watching as he found a way to bring those chords further to life. Eventually it was time to leave. You honestly hadn’t gotten any further then finding the right chords to use. You got home and went straight to bed. The next morning you woke up and started to think of the song. Going over the chords and riffs again and again in your mind. You had to think of an overall theme to the song. What was it going to be about. You didn’t know. You showered and then looked at the time. You realize that it was time for you to head back to the studio. You sat in your car when you arrived at the studio. You knew they wouldn’t arrive on time so what was the point of you going in and sitting around waiting. It was easier to do that in the car where you could also sit comfortably. You watched the rain hit your windshield, as the pitter patter of the drops hit the metallic roof of the vehicle. You watched as a van pulled up. Out walked The Pretty Reckless. You turned off your car and headed inside. Today was the last day to write the song and tomorrow was the deadline for recording. You sat at the table. Everyone grabbed instruments. You glanced at Ben and asked “can you play the song?”. He nodded. He started to run through the song. As he did the other band members started to find their footing for their instruments. Jamie beating on the drums and Mark plucking away at the bass. The song was slowly starting to come together. The only thing missing was the lyrics. The guys continued to play the song through multiple times. As they did you started to hum a similar melody. Taylor heard you humming the melody. You watched as she began to furiously scribbled down a variety of lines. You were curious on what she was writing. She stopped and just stared at the paper. “May I?” you asked as you pointed at the note pad. She looked at you surprised and just nodded. You read through the various lines. They were all pretty good but nothing totally stood out completely. As you went through reading them you misread a line. You had accidently combined two different lines. You wrote down what you had just misread on a new piece of paper, “You can’t trust a cold blooded man, girl don’t believe in his lies. You cant trust a cold blooded man, hell love you and leave you alive.” You slid the paper back over to Taylor. She read what you had written. You watched as her mouth read over the words repeatedly. She was analyzing the lyrics. She continued to write from that prompt. You decided to scoot your chair closer to her. She didn’t even flinch when you started to move. You watched as she was writing, reading over what she had written along the way. You nodded with each line approvingly. “What if for the second verse we do it in the perspective of a male?”. Waiting for a response you saw Taylor start to smile. “That’s actually a great idea” she said. The two of you started to talk amongst yourselves. Both giving off lines for what the song should sound like. The both of you were laughing and actually getting along. You stared at her. Her blue eyes a clear as a sky on a beautiful day, her blonde hair falling just perfectly around her face. Holy shit you thought to yourself you were starting to fall in love with her. At the end of the night, the two of you had finished the lyrics. You ran through the song a couple times. Making sure the song flows perfectly. As you were getting into your car you watched as someone ran up to your window. You looked and saw Taylor. “Hey y/n I just wanted to ask you, if you wanted to get some dinner before coming to the studio tomorrow. I mean I felt some serious chemistry in there but if you don’t want to that’s ok.” You watched her eyes shift in nervousness. “Yea sure I would love that. Uh ill pick you up at 5, and we’ll go wherever you want.” You smiled at her. “Ok, ill text you my address y/n”. You watched her walk back to her car and drive away. You drove home and grabbed a drink. You sat silently thinking about Taylor. The way her face lit up when you wrote fitting lyrics. The way she smiled when you both made a joke. You snapped out of your thoughts and decided to go to bed. You woke the next morning to the sound of your phone. You looked at the number. It was unmarked. You opened the text. Hey It’s Taylor. Do you think you can pick me up at the Starbucks near the mall. The mall near the studio? You quickly sent her a message back. Yea of course, ill see you later. You checked the time. It was shortly after 3 pm. You decided to take a shower. You took your time in the shower. You got out of the shower and walked to the closet. You grabbed a plain black shirt, a pair of dark grey jeans and a black hoodie. You got dressed and went back to the bathroom. You hair was still dripping wet. You grabbed the towel and started to dry your hair off. You ran a comb through hair to get rid of any knots. You looked in the mirror and decided not to spike up your hair today. Instead you ran your hand through your hair and pulled it out of your face. You made your way down the stairs. It was time for you to go pick up Taylor. You grabbed your leather coat and a grey beanie and got in your car. You were slightly nervous. You pulled up to the Starbucks and saw Taylor waiting for you. She noticed you and walked over to the car. She got in. “So Taylor where would you like to go for dinner/” you asked smiling. “How about that restaurant umm, Broadways I think its called.” You agreed. As you were eating you finally had built enough courage to ask Taylor if she would consider being your girlfriend. “Um Taylor, I have something to ask you and honestly I am afraid of the answer. But what the hell would you like to be my girlfriend?” She looked at you and smiled. She started to nod. “Yea I would actually. I was going to ask you but I was scared you didn’t think about me the same way.” The two of you left and headed to the studio. The night ran late and the two of you headed your separate.

A couple months had passed. The two of you were going strong. You had been seeing each other practically every day. Both of your Instagram’s were filled with disgustingly cute photos of the two of you. You both loved to read the comments and tweets that were constantly sent to you. The fans loved seeing the two of you together. Some days you would receive comments, asking why there wasn’t a new photo of the two of you together. You smiled at these types of comments. You loved Taylor and she made it very clear that she loved you. You had decided together to make the step and move in together. As the two of you were going to bed one night Taylor had asked you to come sing with her at one of the shows. You agreed.

“Tonight we have a special guest. As you guys may know I wrote and recorded a song called cold blooded, with my boyfriend y/n. Tonight I have asked him to come join us on stage and give you guys a treat. Please welcome out Y/n”. You walked out on stage as the crowd went wild. You went over to Taylor and hugged her tightly. You placed a small kiss on her cheek. The crew brought you out an extra microphone. Ben started to play the intro of the song. As Taylor started to sing you watched her mouth move. She slowly swayed along with the music. It was your turn to sing. As you started you saw Taylor begin to dance slowly around you. The crowd was loud. You could hear them singing/ screaming all the words back to you. You knew it was a successful song when this was happening. It warmed you heart almost as much as waking up next to Taylor did. The song came to a finish. Taylor placed a kiss on your lips just before you left the stage. You watched the rest of the show from the side of the stage. She made you happy and that was the best part.

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