If someone asked you what the last five years of your life had been like, you would have told them they were the best years of your life. And if you were asked why, you would have answered with two simple, small words.
“Max Green,” you would answer with a smile on your face, your eyes lighting up just upon saying the name of your boyfriend. You’d been with him for a little under five years, and you’d never regret being with him, even if it was hell on your heart. He wasn’t the easiest guy to be with, after all. He was always gone, he was always high. He was always something.
But he was always with you; always in love with you, and that was what made the last five years’ worth of tears, fights, and pain worth it. Just a single kiss from him could make you weak in the knees. A hug from him could turn a shitty day good again, and a glance in your direction when he was on stage doing what he loved most absolutely made your heart stop beating.
You hadn’t met in the most conventional of ways. Actually, it was rather cliché, the way the two of you came to be together. He’d been doing a meet and greet with fans after a show during the early days of his band, Escape The Fate, and you’d been one of the last fans in line. He’d been told by security that it was time to stop and get the bus on the road to the next show, but something about you had stopped him.
Fate, he always told you. Fate was what had drawn the two of you together that night.
“Hey,” he’d smiled at you, already being able to sense your nervousness. You’d bit your lip and then without warning, you’d hugged him. And he never let go; not once.
But that was five years ago, when your heart was untouched by his drug addiction and his own internal pain. Back then, you’d just been an eighteen year old kid with no home to return to and no friends to have your back. You’d had no one except Max, and perhaps that was why, for so long, you’d looked past the bad things he did. After all, he was your Maxie, the only person in the world who loved you.
But that had changed tonight. Tonight had been the final straw, and you were done with it. You didn’t want to throw the last five years of your life away, but obviously Max was or you wouldn’t have seen him with some other bitch’s lips plastered all over his with her obnoxious red lipstick staining his pale neck.
“Babe, c’mon,” Max groaned as he tilted his head back, hands thrown in the air in defeat. “It’s not what it looked like, [Y/N] and you know it. Baby, I would never cheat on you. I would never—”
“I’m going home, Maxwell,” you snapped as you turned your head to glare at him. That had been a mistake, you realized immediately. He was drenched in sweat from the show, and probably from running after you as you’d left the building in fury.
You were on tour with him right now, but that was going to change in the morning. You’d already called the airport and you had a one-way ticket back to Las Vegas that left at five o’clock in the morning.
You turned away from him again, not wanting to let your eyes linger on him. There was no secret about the fact that you thought Max was at his sexiest just after a show, when the sweat clung to him and his chest heaved up and down in a heavy rhythm.
“[Y/N],” he murmured your name softly, his feet bringing him closer to you before you felt a pair of long, lean arms wrap around your waist. “Baby, c’mon. Don’t do this. Just think about it,” he whispered against your neck, his lips touching your tender skin carefully. There was no denying the shock that traveled down your spine.
Fuck, he was good with his mouth.
“Max, let go of me,” you hissed at him, shrugging him off of you as you continued trying to pack your belongings from the bus. It had been the worst mistake of your life to come on this tour with him this time, you thought to yourself. In five years of being together, this was the first time you’d ever come out with him.
It made you wonder how many other sluts he’d fucked or kissed while you’d been at home, keeping the house clean for when he came back from tour.
“Come on,” he groaned, obviously getting frustrated. Good, you thought to yourself. If he was frustrated, maybe it meant he’d make it easier for you to leave. “Baby, you can’t just walk away. You never even gave me a chance to explain what was happening, [Y/N]
“I shouldn’t have to,” you retorted, narrowing your eyes into snake-like slits as you turned to glare at him. “You were kissing her, Max. That’s all I need to know. How many other times have you—”
He cut you off by pressing his lips up against yours, his hands moving fast to pin yours behind your back before he kicked your half-packed suitcase down onto the floor. It wasn’t easy for him to maneuver your body so that you were lying down on the mattress with his hands securing yours, but he managed to do it and smirked when you came to the realization that you were pinned underneath of him with no way to get loose.
“Get off of me, Max,” you warned him, your voice threatening.
“Not until you let me explain,” he told you, voice soft as he kissed the corner of your mouth. “You really think I’d screw some lot lizard when I’ve got [i]this[/i]?” He whispered against your ear, pulling one of his hands free and trailing it down your thigh before he kissed your jaw, this time darting his tongue out to tease you just a little bit.
“[Y/N], you’re the only woman I could ever see me being with again. Other women disgust me,” he confessed against your neck, trailing his hand up your shirt slowly until he’d begun to grope your chest lightly. “You’re it for me.”
“You were kissing her,” you glowered.
“She was the one kissing me,” he corrected you. “You left before you could see me shove her off of me and call security on her ass. Sweetheart, you honestly think I’d do anything to jeopardize what we have?”
He’d stopped seducing you at this point, knowing that it wouldn’t be fair to distract you with sex. You arched your eyebrow, wondering if he was telling the truth. He sighed, and then leaned over you to kiss your lips tenderly.
“I love you, [Y/N]. I would never do anything to lose you,” he whispered into your ear before he pulled you up so that you were both sitting up. “Please don’t leave. I want you here with me, where you belong.”
“On one condition,” you relented, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt this time. After all, in the entire five years you’d been together, he’d never once given you reason to believe he was a cheater. Why would he start now?
“The next lot lizard who sticks her tongue down your throat meets my fist,” you smile at him before you lean over to hug him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. Max couldn’t help but let out a hearty chuckle, returning your hug before he laid you both down.
“Sounds good to me, baby. I love you.”
“I love you more,” you return the sentiment as you let your head rest on his chest, eyes closing with a cheesy grin on your face. It was moments like this that made you realize that Max Green was the best thing that had ever happened in your life, and you were never going to give him up.
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