We broke up. Why the hell is she still bugging me up until now? She’s lucky Matt is about to become her brother in law and because I love him so much I wouldn’t dare to touch her. Fuck I don’t miss our relationship at all. It was shitty, full of her broken promises and lies. We’ve been together forever - ever since Val introduced her to me, she started seducing and I figured, why the hell not.

The sex was good. But it was like, an empty relationship created based on pure lust. When we talk, it’s always about her, her, and her. She never really listened to me. Never even try to understand what I do or what am I good at - which is music.

Damn, music is my whole life, man. My brain is full of random tunes and riff from some song I heard somewhere, combined into a trickery knot of something magical that I call a melody. I have no space to think about her jackass friends from work, or her endless shoe collections, or even anything about her.

My God, I’ve been in a relationship with a stranger my whole life.

She’s just not the one. It didn’t feel right when we kissed. Well, sure I was turned on and everything but there’s just no - sparks. Fuck me for trying to express this into some chick flick movie line but it’s the truth. I feel empty being by her side. I can’t stand her constant nagging and hungry for fame when we were together. I wouldn’t mind the limelight on me but she enjoyed it more than I am.

I snapped when she spread a rumor about her being two weeks pregnant when I haven’t even touched her for almost 3 months. I was on the road, dude. Who knocked her up? That rumor turned into a fact when she did her pregnancy test secretly and I found it in the trash.
I looked at the caller ID once again. Still her name.

“Is it Michelle?”

I looked up, Zacky was walking towards me holding a beer in his hand.

“Where’s mine?” ignoring his question I referred to my bottle of beer that I asked him to fetch for me earlier. He groaned and stepped back to the fridge.

“You have perfectly fine legs. Why not fucking use it?”

I heard Zacky nagged over the fridge, looking for my beer. My phone was still buzzing in silent mode and I refused to pick it up. I don’t want to hear her voice right now. The guys knew I have broken up with her but I only told Zacky about her pregnancy test. Zacky never liked Michelle anyway. Hell he even took an awful lot amount of time to get used to Valary.

“Just pick it up. Maybe there’s something important she wants to say.”

Zacky handed me a beer and I took it. “Thanks. But no thanks on picking this up. She just wants to get back together with me, that’s all.”

“Maybe the kid really is yours.”

“Come on Z, not you too.”

“I don’t know, I’m just saying.”

“We haven’t fucked for almost 3 months. You do the math.”

“Uh, too much information.” Zacky held up his palm and looked away from me. I chuckled at him but when my phone buzzed again, I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“I’m going out. If they come back, tell them I’m around.” I put the unopened bottle of beer aside and got up to my feet. I saw Zacky glaring at me and the beer.

“Where are you going?”

“Dude, it’s Friday night and we’re in New Orleans. The city of music. I don’t want to be trapped in this God forsaken bus with you.” I tossed my phone aside as I put on my sneakers and reached for my fedora hat from my bunk.

“Have fun. I gotta crash. I’m tired as hell.”

I jumped down from the bus and placed the hat on top of my head, covering half of my long unkempt hair. We are now in the city of New Orleans, headlining for Rock on The Road festival tomorrow. The crowd will be massive, as we were told. I’m glad the fans can accept the new approach that we tried in City of Evil this time – less screaming and more singing.

I walked along the streets of New Orleans and stopped every now and then, watching a random stranger standing by the dimly lit lamp post and playing his saxophone beautifully. I would throw a coin in his sax case and moved on with my night stroll. Damn I could really use strong liquor right now.

My feet halted abruptly at the emerging sound of amazingly played piano. I tilted my head to the side, making sure the direction of where it was coming. It was from a bar ahead of me, with a neon light flickering above it read; Silver Jazz Bar. Nothing about it reflected silver at all. I went in, pushing the heavy door open and the piano sound became clearer.

I quickly glanced at the source of it; there was a small stage with a black Steinway grand piano on it and a long red haired girl pianist was playing a tune I’ve never heard of. But it was a great tune. She played it so gracefully and her fingers would lightly touch the end of the keys but rapidly making a pianissimo sound and I just stunned. I forgot what I was here for.

I didn’t realize I was standing, watching her play until a man came up to the stage with his sax and started playing in the middle of the song. The girl stopped playing and smiled at him. Without knowing I smiled too, but quickly brushed it off otherwise people will think of me as a crazy idiot who grinned all by himself.
I saw a bar counter not far from where I was standing and went over to it.

“Vodka on the rocks.” I ordered, while my eyes still glued to the stage. She played on and laughed together with the saxophonist making the song looked fun to play.

“Here you go.” The bartender said to me. I glanced around.

“Thanks. Hey, who’s the pianist?”

He looked over to the stage and grinned. “Oh, that’s Leyla. She’s the owner of this bar.”

I raised my eyebrows at him then glanced back at the stage. It was kind of refreshing to hear another side of music that I haven’t played for a long time. Not that I’m too arrogant to listen to tunes like this, hell I love music. Any kind of music. I started with jazz anyway before moving to classical and rock but it was ages ago. I guess I’m too cooped up to the same kind of music, hanging with the same circle of friends who listen to basically the same bands makes me feel, I don’t know – opened up when I listen to her playing.

The song was over and crowds applauded. Holy shit, it just came to my senses that there were a lot of customers here, watching their performance. I gave her a standing ovation too, as she was an amazing pianist and she deserved a great round of applause.

She bowed and smiled to the audience. I didn’t realize I was watching her every move until she came towards the bar and sat right next to me. Her fingers tapped on the counter as if she was pressing invisible piano keys while ordering herself a glass of martini.

I recognized that perks because I have the same kind of habit. When I listened to some guitar tracks my fingers would make an air-guitar poses as if I was the one playing it. I felt like I want to get to know this girl. Felt like we were going to click instantly. Grinning at the thought, I approached her.

“Amazing performance.”

She spun around and her brown eyes immediately locked with mine. God, she’s beautiful from up close. Her red hair dropped gracefully on her forehead, hiding her face a little that I wanted to just run my hand through it.

God- fucking-damn it what are you thinking of, Haner?!

“Thanks.” She smiled brightly and weirdly, it made me smiled too. “Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

I coughed at her question. “I’m Brian.” I offered my hand and she took it.

“Brian…Brian…um, nope doesn’t ring a bell. But you definitely look familiar though.”

“My last name’s Haner.”

“Brian Haner?” her eyes narrowed at me. “Oh shit. You’re the Brian Haner?! But wait. He’s old though, right? But you look young.”

“He’s my dad.”

She raised her eyebrows at me. I have never encountered a girl who was more impressed with my father than I am.

“Brian Haner is your dad? Oh wow! I just love guitar players so much and your dad is like the most amazing acoustical guitar -”

“I play guitar too, you know.” I cut her off, rolling my eyes. Seriously dad? I’m about to pick up a girl in a bar and you’re still in my way?

“Really? Are you any good?” she asked and my ego just ticked off. I wish I had my Schecter right now so I could melt her face down with my solos.

“Tell you what. Come to my show tomorrow and I’ll prove to you.” I reached for my wallet from my back pocket and brought out a VIP ticket of our concert tomorrow. Larry, our manager always gave us these extra VIP tickets for us to pass around among friends and family. And since Michelle and I broke up, my share of free tickets just became useless. Might as well give it to this pianist girl whose name slipped pass my mind.

“Which one you’re in? Are you the headliner?” She took the ticket from my hand and studied it.

“Yeah. We’re Avenged Sevenfold. I don’t know if our music is up to your taste, but if we don’t, I understand. You’re more of a jazzy type than rock hardcore metal kind of girl.”

She laughed aloud, making me frowned. “That sir, is where you’re wrong. Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath are my two favorite bands ever.”

I sat next to her quickly, trying to catch her eyes. “No shit! Those are my favorite bands too!”

“Honey, it’s a crime to be in a rock band and not making them as your favorites.”
I laughed at her remark. That’s true. Wow. I never thought that I could coincidentally bump into someone who was practically my soul mate.

“I’m Leyla by the way.”

Oh yes. Leyla. How can a beautiful name like that can slipped easily pass my mind?

“Nice to meet you Leyla.” I smiled at her and she smiled back.

We spent the rest of the night talking about music and bands we love, totally ignoring the fact that I’m in the same industry. I felt different when I’m talking to her. She was nothing like Michelle.

My conversation with her was an actual two way conversation. She listened carefully when I rambled about chords and notes in songs, and some melody that had been stuck inside my head. I would listen to her talk about her piano influences and how she started playing.

Hell I didn’t even realize how we ended up on the Steinway piano bench with our drinks in hand and the bar was now empty except for the two of us. We sat in front of the piano, making a funny song about my dad. She played the tune in such cartoony way and I made up the lyrics.

“Haner had no idea, of how to name his son,
So he named him like himself, now I’m stuck without my pants – on.”

Leyla laughed hard and tilted her head back, making her hair fall effortlessly to her back.

“That didn’t even rhyme!”

“Hey, I tried okay? Give me a fucking break.”

“I’ll break your leg right now if I hadn’t been drunk enough!”

I let out a loud laugh and my hand accidentally ran through her sleek straight red hair.

“It’s okay if you break my leg but don’t go breaking my heart.”

She froze under my touch. Goddamnit, I froze too. What the hell did I just say? I didn’t realize I was stroking her hair until I caught her eyes arching sharply into mine. My heart leapt and pounded hard against my chest. I withdrew my hand quickly and glanced around. The bar was now empty and dark. The only light source was from a chandelier above us.

“I should go, I didn’t bring my phone with me.” I baffled after a long while of awkward pause between us.

“Running away from someone?” she asked while looking at the piano keys. She guessed it too correctly that I couldn’t help but widened my eyes at her.

“An ex- girlfriend. She’s been bugging me ever since I said we’re done.”

She tilted her head back and poured another shot of vodka for me. I stared at her, a puzzled look plastered on my face.

“Are you asking me to stay?” Fuck, my voice came out in whisper.

She shrugged. Her eyes glinting softly into mine and my heart bumped again.

Damn it, to hell with the first-dates and get-to-know-each-other shit because right now I just wanted to kiss her. So I pulled her face closer to mine and touched her lips softly. I parted at once to stare into her eyes. She stared at me back, deeply. I saw her licked her bottom lip, probably an invitation and I crashed into them again.

She opened her mouth immediately without waiting for my request and I took her over hungrily. Our tongues met and landed around each other as lust built over our body. My hands traveled down to her arms and soon landed on her chest. She didn’t fight as I cupped her breasts lightly. I moved my mouth down to her neck and she moaned aloud.

“Let’s go upstairs.” She breathed into my hair as she took off my fedora hat and placed it on the piano. I pulled away for a bit, startled by her invitation.
“Upstairs?”
“My place.”
“You live upstairs?”
“Yeah.”
“Alone?”
“Uh-huh.”

I hesitated. Am I sure that I want to get this thing to another level? I liked her, I don’t want her to be the rebound girl for me nor a one night stand. She understood me too much for me to turn her into just another Michelle. A relationship built based on lust. Maybe I should take things slow.

Or maybe not.

She got up and dragged me along with her, heading for upstairs. As I followed her from behind, I fought with myself. This is going too fast. We weren’t even dating and now we’re going to sleep together?

“Leyla, wait.”
She stopped climbing the stairs and turned around.
“Is this going to be just a one night stand?”
She blinked at my question and frowned. “You tell me.”
“I don’t want you to be just a one night experience. I want to date you.”
“Date?”
“Yeah.”

She let go of my hand and put her arm across her chest.

“And then what? You’re gonna leave me when your tour ends?”

I was truly taken aback by that respond. I didn’t actually think of that. New Orleans and Huntington Beach. Quite a long distance I’d say.

“Might as well have a one night stand then forget about each other. But too late now. I’m going to sleep.”

“Wait, Leyla!”

She ignored my voice and just ran upstairs. I heard a door slamming loud. Damn, she’s angry at me. What have I done? I should have just bang the hell out of her and be done with it, like she said. But I like her too much. I don’t want to let go of her either.

Sighing heavily, I walked back to the bus using the same route I took earlier only this time it was darker and there was no more random saxophonist playing in the streets.

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“Brian where’s your hat? I wanna put it on and let the fan girls think I’m you.”

I sneered at Jimmy and crouched into my bunk. It wasn’t there. Oh shit. I left it at Leyla’s bar. On top of the piano to be exact.

“Uh, I lost it.”
“You lost it? But it’s your favorite hat.”
“I know. But I lost it.”
“Yo, guys! Come on! They’re opening the gates now.”

Jimmy and I quickly got down from the bus as soon as we heard Matt’s voice howling from outside. Last night I couldn’t sleep a wink. I kept thinking about Leyla and how weirdly she made me feel. I wanted more than just physical touch with her. I want to drown in her world and introduced her to my circle instead. But she looked like she wanted nothing more than just a one night stand with me.

I sighed as we entered the backstage but stopped abruptly when I saw Valary was standing there with none other than Michelle. This is just great.

I ruffled my hair into a mess and glanced at Zacky. He rolled his eyes, predicting that something will happen later and he was about right. Michelle ran towards me and grabbed my arm.

“Brian, listen to me. I’ll abort this baby. I just want you back.”

I huffed and pulled my arm roughly. “Whatever you do, I’m not going back to you.”

I left her hanging and went to Jason to get my Schecter. I can tell that the guys didn’t want to interfere with what happened between me and Michelle and I thank them for that. We were only 30 minutes away from going on stage and I can’t find Leyla everywhere. Maybe she’s not coming. Maybe she didn’t even like me.

“Uh, Syn? There’s someone with your VIP pass looking for you.”

I turned around from peeking behind the wall to face Jason and beside him I saw a face I wanted to see the most – Leyla.

“Hi, Brian.”

I quickly pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m sorry for last night. Did I offend you?”

She shuffled inside my embrace but didn’t answer. “I came to give you this.”

I parted and as soon as I did, she kissed me softly while her hand gently placed a hat on top of my head. I smiled into her lips and deepened the kiss.

“Leyla, I was serious when I say I want to date you. Hell, we’ll try long distance. I’ll fly down here whenever you need me to. I’ll bring you back to Huntington whenever you want to. Now let me ask properly this time. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

She smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

I snaked my hand to the back of her neck and kissed her passionately.

“Brian who’s this bitch?!”

We stopped kissing and glanced around. I saw Michelle in front of us, so as the rest of the guys. I looked down to Leyla and grinned at her.

“Guys, I want you to meet Leyla. My newfound muse. My girlfriend.”

I watched in satisfaction as Michelle bulged her eyes in horror and stomped off out of there.

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“I still can’t believe that you can finger those keys faster than me.”

She laughed, her head tilted back and her red hair swayed gracefully as Jimmy sat beside her in front of the studio’s Steinway grand piano. I was watching them from the couch with my Schecter on my lap, unplugged. We’ve been dating for two weeks already and I still hadn’t made any move to take this further.

I wanted to, so badly but I was afraid that this relationship could turn into something like Michelle and I had. But so far she had been nothing but patient, always giving me inspiration to write songs and when I’m on tour she would text me these chords and notes for me to try it on my guitar.

Is it too early for me to admit that I love her?

“Jimmy why do you always talk like it was all about sex?”

My head jerked up when I heard her mentioning that word. My body felt hot all of a sudden.

“Coz that’s all we do! That’s all that humans do! We fuck and reproduce. Ain’t that right, Haner?”

I was caught eavesdropping with my eyes widened when both of them turned to me.

“Uh…”

I don’t know how to answer to that as Leyla and I haven’t gone down that road yet. But right now I want nothing more than to be inside her, making love to her. Cold sweat dewed on my forehead without knowing as my breathing gone heavy. God motherfucking damn it, get a grip Haner!

“Then if I finger this piano, what would Brian be doing with his guitar?” she asked Jimmy but her eyes didn’t leave mine.

“Brian would be rubbing its dick. That fretboard looks a lot like his morning wood. Only his is bigger, I guess.”

I coughed at Jimmy’s blunt comment accidentally. Dude, what the fuck? In front of Leyla? But Leyla seemed amused at the thought of it because she laughed hard, pressing her stomach.

“That would be abnormally long.” She claimed and continued laughing, together with Jimmy this time. Why do I get turned on when they made fun of my dick? It’s fucking insane. I got up from the couch quickly and placed my Schecter on its stand. I can’t wait anymore.

“Leyla,” I called and held out my arm while my feet paced towards them. They both stopped laughing gradually and glanced at me.

“Oh come on dude! I haven’t finished writing! I need herrr!”

“She’ll come back tomorrow. Right now I need her.”

Jimmy raised his eyebrows and shrugged finally. He’s truly a best friend. One look at me and he knows I’m turned on. As soon as Leyla grabbed my fingers, I scurried out of the studio and headed for my car.

“Brian, are we going home?”

She asked as I twisted my key into the ignition.

“I don’t know if I can make it to home.” I mumbled and stepped on the gas.

She frowned and her face looked confused watching my every move. I drove on feeling hot all over, my blood rushing through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. Especially when I heard her groaning softly over the seatbelt. What the hell, she was moaning to a seatbelt! I tightened the grip on the wheel and drove faster.

“Your seatbelt is so tight-” she whimpered while trying to buckle it in and I watched the strap pressed against her breasts. My eyes bulged at them. I quickly turned my focus on the road and rubbed my face a couple of times, to calm myself down.

“Brian what’s wrong? You look tensed.”

Ohh you have no idea baby. I felt my brother growing down there and she made it even worse when she leaned into my ear and kissed my earlobe.

“There, there.” She whispered. I closed my eyes and didn’t realized I was panting until, thank fuck we’re in the driveway of my house. I parked, killed the engine off and quickly turned to her. Without warning I took her face and crashed my lips onto hers like there’s no tomorrow. She moaned and trying to talk at the same time.

“Ummh..Umm wow..you’re in..umm..a hurry.”
I pulled away to unbuckle her seat belt and push the lever of her seat down. She was startled.
“Brian what are you doing?”
“Shhh..” I put a finger on her lips softly and climbed on top of her. “I’m going to take you here. Right now.”
“Oh thank God. I’ve been waiting.”

I chuckled at her remark and kissed her passionately again. My hands slid underneath her tshirt and pulled it upwards. So far I’ve only been to a light second base with her once and it was on the night we first met. I’ve never actually seen her naked. As soon as her tshirt rolled up to her shoulders I pulled it off and tossed it to the backseat of my car. Then I stunned as I saw a tattoo of a Les Paul guitar splayed across her left rib.

“Wow.”

She looked down to her body and smiled. “Told you I’m a sucker for guitar.”

“Then I found the right person.”

I took her lips again and ran my fingers across her tattoo up to her lacy white bra. As a guy, I can’t help but stare at her breasts and I’ve been dying to touch them everytime she wore teasing deep cleavage clothes in front of me. I pushed the fabric downwards and revealed her perfectly natural perky breasts. Oh my God I just died and went to heaven.

Hungrily I landed my mouth on it and sucked it like a baby. She moaned even louder and I can feel her groin grinding on my bulging crotch. Her hands buried in my long hair, pulling it softly as I kneaded and squeezed her breasts.

I sat up straight and pulled off my own Megadeth tshirt and she immediately traveled her hands all over my tattoos.

“You like it?”

She nodded and smiled. “BlueBlood. What does it mean?”

“I’m royal, baby.”

Then I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down to my knees. I admit that this position was uncomfortable as fuck but I can’t take it anymore. I’m on the verge. So I did my best to adjust her in the seat and hoisted up her skirt. Once again I stunned.

“No panties.”

She grinned widely and bit her index fingernail. I drank in the beautiful view.
“I thought I should be ready at anytime.”

“Oh now you should baby.” I smirked and pulled down my boxers to let my brother breathe. It sprang out and Leyla stared at it, her mouth dropped.

“Jimmy was right.” She muttered under her breath and bit her lip. I smirked.
“This is going to get rough.” I said while sliding a condom onto my shaft down the back of my length. I saw her holding on to the back of the driver’s seat and held her breath.

“Ready?”

She nodded and I slowly entered her.

“You’re so tight.” I hissed and shut my eyes as I went deeper. She moaned my name and I didn’t take a lot of time to pick up my pace. She was already wet so it was easier for me to thrust harder and faster. My head kept bumping to the ceiling of my car that I had to crouch down a little while I was banging her. She wrapped her legs around me and that position became comfortable at once.

“Oh, oh. I’m close.” She moaned into my ear while her arms locked around my neck. I’m close too. Hell I’ve been so close to blow ever since we’ve arrived in this damn driveway. My thrusting gone wildly fast and I could hear the squeaking sound of this car seat in sync with my rhythm on her.

“Brian I’m cum -!” I heard her screamed, her muscles clenched around me and as if on cue, I came too; my body went stiff as I spilled my load into the condom. My hips movement gone slower and sweeter afterwards. I kissed her deeply before pulling out of her.

“You amaze me Leyla.”

“You blow my mind.”

I grinned and kissed her lightly again. Pulling the condom off me, I frowned at our strange position in this car.

“Now how the fuck do we get out of this?”

She laughed and I can finally admit that I love her.

Notes

A/N: Leyla my girl!! I hope you like this one shot! I’ve been rewriting and rewriting, I took two days to finish this..gahh. please no more sex scenes after this..they just fucking with my mind LOL.

A/N: I’m joking about the no more sex scenes, but seriously they’ve been fucking with my brain…I need a break from them and write some normal one shot love story after this…minus the sex scenes..phew.