Wild Side: Tommy Lee FanFiction

Recording Studio-Chapter XII

I scoffed at him and headed out the front door before he changed his mind about being ready.

Dating Tommy was like having your own needy child, constantly needing your attention.

Which is exactly why I was going to the studio with him.

Once we got to the studio and headed inside, we were greeted by Vince and Mick.

'Where's Nikki?' Asked Tommy, looking around the room for any sign of him.

They both shrugged.

'He hasn't answered any of my calls.' Vince said.

Mick placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder. 'Don't worry he'll be here soon.'

Tommy and I exchanged a look of worry, Nikki was usually the most dedicated to creating music out of the band, it wasn't like him to miss this.

I couldn't help but grow a unsettling feeling in my stomach that something wasn't right.

Mick headed back over to his guitar, beginning to tune it, plucking at the strings.

Vince headed over to his own corner, reading over lyrics and singing to himself quietly.

I walked over to Tommy's drum set, running my fingers along the silver lining, smiling at it.

So many memories were attached to this drum kit and I loved watching him play.

I turned around seeing Tommy grinning at me with loving eyes. 'Why are you looking at me like that?' I asked, folding my arms.

'Can't I look at my beautiful girlfriend?'

'Of course you can.'

He gave a simple nod. 'Good.'

Tommy took a seat on the stool at his drum set, twirling his drumstick in between his fingers.
'Wanna learn how to play finally?' He questioned, patting his hands on his lap.

I wandered over to him, perching myself on his skinny legs.

He handed me his two drumsticks and I took them, holding one in each hand.

'Now cross your arms, one over the other.' He instructed, placing his hands on top of mine.

I did as he told, looking up at him for his approval. 'Like this?'

His eyes glistened as he smiled proudly at me. 'Just like that.'

Tommy then began moving my hands, making them make a rhythm with the drums.

I recognised the tune he was playing was the rhythm to their song "Too Young To Fall Inlove"

I couldn't help but giggle as we played- well Tommy played the tune with my hands, like I was the puppet and he was the puppeteer.

His smooth hands against mine felt heavenly and I started to grow butterflies in the stomach the more I thought about the feeling.

I couldn't believe even after dating he still could hive me butterflies, that boy truely had a gift.

I swear I felt Tommy's bulge under my lap get bigger, which made me smirk, but I chose to ignore it. I'm sure Vince and Mick wouldn't appreciate if we started getting frisky in here.

'God you guys need to get a room.' Mick groaned, looking up from his guitar over to us. 'You're like a couple of love sick puppies.'

I stuck my tongue out at the guitarist playfully, causing him to shake his head and Tommy stopped playing, removing his hands off mine and putting them on my waist.

'I'm going to go to the toilet.' I told the drummer, hoping off his lap and heading out the room down the hallway.

This studio wasn't exactly made for girls, it was like the ultimate man cave. Which meant their were no seperate bathrooms and we all shared.

I pushed open the door with my hands lazily, but once I got inside my mouth fell open.

The sight shocked me.

Nikki was cradling himself, lying on the bathroom floor in a drugged state.

His eyes wide open, not blinking, he looked dead.

'Nikki.' I shrieked, quickly I bent down on the ground to make sure he was breathing.

Thank fuck he was.

'It's going to be okay.' Although I was talking to Nikki, I was also trying to tell myself this.

Nikki was much more taller and heavier than me, I lifted him up off the ground, groans of struggle slipped out my mouth.

I placed his arm around my shoulder and walked him out the room, heading back down the hallway.

I was hobbling, trying to not collapse as he was so heavy.

'I need help!' I called out desperately, hoping they could hear me from where they were.

In a instant Tommy bursted out of the recording room, running towards me, followed by Vince and Mick.

Their eyes widened as they saw the sight of Nikki.

Tommy looked like his heart had smashed into a million pieces, seeing his best friend like that.

'What the fuck happened?' Tommy asked me, taking Nikki off my shoulder, holding him up with his arm.

It was a relief to not have his weight on me anymore, I was beginning to feel like jelly.

'I don't know I walked into the bathroom and found him lying on the ground.' My voice was rushed, I was scared.

The boys all helped Tommy take Nikki into the recording room, lying him on the couch and forcing water down his throat.

I brushed the guitarists hair out of his eyes, shushing him every time a little noise came out from his mouth.

There was one thing we all knew for sure, without even having to say it.

Nikki wasn't in a good place.

In fact I don't think any of us were.