1974 - A David Bowie Fanfic.

Late night conversations.

"Go home David." I mutter late in the night to him.

Neither of us could sleep.

For another month, we argued daily about the baby I was carrying, arguing about Kevin...

"He's been released on bail." David croaks angrily. "I can't let you be in the same country as him! Let alone the same house!"

"David, I honestly think it's better if you went back to America... Explain to Angie why you've been away... Besides, it might help if I have some time alone."

"My darling," David strokes my cheek pleasantly. "It's your birthday tomorrow, do you honestly believe I'll go back to New York on your birthday?"

"Yes." I sharply say and pick up his suitcase and start packing it for him.

"Ros, stop... You can't drag me on the plane! This is ridiculous!"

"David! You've cancelled so many shows for me, eventually the press will see you with me...! Zowie hasn't seen you in a month... Go home. Please." I plead gently towards the end.

"Fine." He spits and his face soften again. "I'll be back within a couple of weeks though... You have to call me everyday, call Margo, I'll call you back as soon as I can... My little rebel... I love you."

"I love you too, David Bowie." I say with a small smile.

We start packing slowly, David barely helping me pack his case... He really didn't want to leave... But because of me he was losing hundreds of fans because he cancelled shows...! Angie had called his cellphone multiple times a day, leaving many voicemails.

David looks at his phone again and sighs.

"Is it her?" I croak, jealous.

"Yes." He mutters.

"Answer it, say you're on the next flight out to New York." I huff.

He hesitates at my words but eventually takes the phone up to his ear.

"Hello Angie," He says boringly.

I can hear an irritating noise, clearly it was her shouting at him for jetting off out of the blue to Brixton.

"I'm not telling you where I've been, that's-" He stops and looks to me with sad, drooping eyes. "-that's irrelevant."

This baby had nothing to do with Angie, the only thing we had in common now was the fact David was the father to both our children.

"Look, if you want to know, I'm getting on the next flight home. It's not fair on Zowie-" He stops again and closes his eyes, almost looking pained. "-or you." He finally gets out sickly.

I hear Angie's voice soften, and I hear the falseness of her. I wondered then if David would tell her about the baby... Most likely not, I wasn't even sure myself what I was going to do with it...!

"Yes, yes, tell him I love him and that his daddy will be home shortly." David says with a half smile thinking of his little boy.

Angie says 3 words, even though she said them softly, there was a silence between the three of us for too long.

"I-" He stutters and closes his eyes tightly shut. "I love you too."

I let out a quick breath, almost shocked at how much it hurt to hear him say that to another woman... His wife. I knew he didn't mean it, at least I was sure he didn't mean it... But how much longer would this go on for between them? I was due in no less then 7 months...!

He hangs up and he looks up to me with a blank expression, I look away, avoiding his godlike face and dreamy eyes.

It all makes sense now...

"I should've known." I say hoarsely.

The puzzle began to become clear in my mind. David puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it, the smoke lazily floats in the airspace of my bedroom and David panics at the silence as he knows I'm deep in thought.

"Ros?" He mutters.

I look back at his angelic face and deeply look into his oddly stunning eyes.

With tears pooling my own eyes, I let my mouth drop open.

"You still love her... After everything that she's done to you..."

I felt numb, horribly sick from the fact...

That's why he never left her...

"I'm sorry." Is all he can say which makes the tears spill from my eyes.

"Get out." I bite at him.

He leans to me to take my cheeks in his palms but I push them from me and groan angrily. "Don't you dare tell me you love me. You don't! You can't! You can't love me and her!" I scream sadly letting the tears run like a waterfall.

"Really?" He mutters still calmly. "Because you started loving me at the age of 13, and loved Kevin at the same time."

"That's completely different!" I protest.

"Is it?" He says in his usual, gorgeous accent and is amazingly, still calm holding his cigarette between two fingers. "So tell me my little rebel, how many times did you dream about me? How desperate were you to meet me?"

I go shy, it was true... I fell so hard for him, his music... All of him...

"But-" I try.

"Ros. You know I'm right." He says with a crooked smile then takes the fag back to his lips.

"That doesn't change anything!" I say coldly.

"You're young, I have to let you live a life before I can be with you..."

"'Live a life'? Are you serious?! David have you forgotten that I'm pregnant?!"

"But you have the choice on whether to keep it or not." He growls slightly at me.

"You don't want me to keep it do you...?" I whisper and I feel the tears threatening to spill again.

"Ros, whatever you do, I don't mind, just know I love you... I always will, and in years to come I'll prove that."

"Years" I spit back at him.

"Where do you see yourself in 10 years time then, Ros?" He asks louder.

"With you..." I mutter.

We didn't say anything to each other, the stare we gave each other said far more than words ever could.