Falling for his ANGEL_A Rock Star Romance

by Megan Hetherington

  Back home, his mum had left a note for him on the hall table.

  J.

  Eliza called.

  Mum xxx

  P.S. she sounds lovely

  He called the number on the back of the photo he kept in his wallet. He had taken it out and looked at it several times a day since the day she had given it to him. Still feeling the same every time he looked at it. The same way he felt when he was with her. Momentarily he thought about the cost of the overseas call then remembered he could afford to pay his parents back for it.

  “Eliza?”

  “Hey sexy.”

  That’s a good start, he thought. “How are you angel?”

  “I’m good. I’ve heard about you and the band splitting up.”

  “Really? That’s quick. Who did you hear that from?”

  “The label.” She hesitated briefly. “Jonny do you want to come to Amsterdam?”

  “Yes sure. What like now?”

  “Yeah why not? You’ve not got anything else on have you?”

  “No. I’ll get a flight booked and call you back.”

  He retrieved the phone book from the drawer in the hall table. Thumbing through it until he found a list of travel agents. He dialled the number of the first agent whose name looked familiar to him and booked a flight that left in three day’s time. He agreed to go into the travel agent’s office that afternoon to pay for the flight.

  “Woohoo!” he shouted, fist thumping the air.

  Catching his reflection in the hall mirror, he did a second take. His eyes were twinkling but he needed a haircut and a proper shave. He’d not been to the barbers since he was last in London, before he went to the States, and his hair was now past his shoulders. He’d taken to tying it back but it made him look like a rock greb. Not the look he was after and he wanted to make an effort for Eliza.

  Eliza. His stomach felt like it had a thousand butterflies in it, the feeling extending down to his dick. He took a deep breath and smiled to himself. That’s what Eliza did to him. He contemplated going up to his bedroom to jack off. Then changed his mind, deciding to keep himself for the real Eliza.

  The thought of that nearly broke his willpower. “No I ain’t got time, I’ve got shit to do,” he said out loud.

  He grabbed his key off the table and opened the front door. Before making even one step outside, he closed the door again and picked up the phone.

  As soon as the ringing tone stopped, he blurted out, “I’ve booked a flight.”

  “Hang on dude, I’ll get Eliza.”

  “Oh sorry Dirk. I forgot you lived there. How ya doing?”

  “Yeah I’m real good. Sorry to hear about the band dumping on you like that.”

  “It’s fine. I expected it, to be honest.”

  “Hi.” Eliza sounded breathless. “Have you got a flight?”

  “Yeah Thursday. I think it lands at 3pm, but I’ll check and let you know.”

  “OK. I’ll meet you at the airport. Just let me know the flight number.”

  “Sure. I can’t wait. Eliza...? Eliza, are we good?”

  “Yeah we’re good.”

  He put the receiver down and caught himself smiling like a Cheshire cat. His stomach was doing somersaults now.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jonny strided with purpose through the security area. Desperate not to show the anxiety he felt after his last experience of going through airport security in a foreign country. This time with the added nervousness of seeing Eliza again.

  The white glass doors slid open to reveal his angel.

  She was there immediately in front of him at the barrier. Dressed in white as usual. Golden hair plaited to one side reaching down to her waist.

  The crowd around her blurred and the noise quietened down to a murmur. In that moment it was just him and her. He felt like he had lost the ability to walk. Floating towards her. His state only broken by her moving to the end of the crowd to meet him as he exited around the barrier.

  He dropped his travel bag and guitar case to the floor and put his arms around her waist. Sliding his hands down he grabbed her backside and lifted her up.

  She reciprocated, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, oblivious to the irritated travellers who couldn’t get to their loved ones because of them.

  He lowered her down.

  She put her hands into his hair, pulling them through the tousled cropped crown. “Looking good Jonny.”

  She lead him out of the arrivals hall hurriedly towards the platforms, pulling him onto a train that was waiting to depart.

  Sat at the front of the train carriage, Jonny just couldn't stop touching her. Caressing any bare skin he could get his hands on. Her forearms. Her neck. Her face. Her calves.

  Lifting her booted foot up onto his knee, he traced a line from the ankle, up under her skirt, and to the soft skin on her inner thigh. He so wanted to move his fingers to the top, into her panties and beyond. Just inches away. He could feel himself straining against his jeans. Mouth falling open and his eyes starting to shut.

  Eliza put her index finger under his chin and lifted it slightly so he got the clear meaning of her look. “Later,” she mouthed to him.

  He coughed to clear his throat that had closed up with the oncoming climax he so narrowly avoided. “Where? Where are we going anyway?”

  “My place. An apartment in the Jordaan district. It’s just a short walk down the canals from the central train station.”

  Jonny leant his head sideways on to the cool window of the train. The vibration of the train massaging the sexual tension away.

  The walk was cold and a lot further than Eliza had lead him to believe. There were pathways alongside canals with small bridges everywhere. Cyclists careering along the walkways, not reducing their pace for pedestrians and seemingly without any brakes on their cycles. Leafless trees rising up out of the pavements. Tall buildings, some covered in a black tar like paint and all with wooden sash windows and glossy dark green front doors.

  The canals and pavements narrowed as they got closer to Eliza’s apartment. Lights were starting to come on in the houses. No curtains or blinds revealing open plan kitchens and living areas on the ground floor of the residences. Families busying themselves for their evening meals. Greeting returning workers and students. Most had cycles locked up on railings outside, three or four abreast.

  “Here.” Eliza indicated to one of the dark green doors.

  She let them in and they climbed up two flights of stairs, before entering her home.

  There was a large open living area, much like those he had nosied into on the walk there. At one end was the kitchen with a long wooden table, benches underneath. At the other, a lounge area, with bean bags and a clear plastic sixties style balloon chair hanging by a chain from the ceiling. The apartment looked out onto a canal at the front and small gardens at the back. A spiral staircase in the corner which Jonny was immediately drawn to. He so wanted to take Eliza straight up it.

  She bolted the front door behind them. “Dirk’s out for the night,” she explained. “Do you want a beer?” she asked walking towards to the fridge.

  In just two strides he had come up behind her, spinning her around he pushed her back onto the kitchen table.

  She responded by pulling on the back of his hair and kissing him hard, biting on his lower lip.

  He pushed her skirt up and put two fingers around the side of her panties, ripping them off in one bold move.

  She lowered her hands to his jeans, pulling on his buttons roughly. Pushing his jeans down and taking his cock in her hand.

  He was much bigger than she remembered and she was wet with anticipation. The ache in between her legs too much to bear. She leant back on the table guiding him into her.

  He pinned her arms back and thrust straight into her, right up to the hilt.

  "Jezus Christus," she gasped.

  It just took five strokes. Five forceful, hard thrusts.

  “Sorry,�
� he panted breathlessly. His cock still pulsing inside her. “I just needed you.”

  “I needed you too." She kissed him. "Anyway, we’ve got all night to take it slow.”

  Released, she picked her panties off the floor and threw them in the bin before resuming her raid on the fridge.

  Emerging with two bottles of Hoegaarden she lead him up the spiral staircase.

  ***

  The next morning, they headed out. Eliza had promised him some sight-seeing and then on to meet with Kurt and Dirk.

  “Jeez, it’s cold,” Jonny complained, pulling his leather jacket collar up.

  “Well you’re not really dressed for winter in Amsterdam. We’ll stop off at a coffee shop and then get you a hat or something from somewhere.”

  They walked over two bridges and down the side of a canal to the coffee shop. There were some seats outside but Eliza looked at Jonny and obviously thought better of it. She walked straight into the shop.

  “Why the hell would anyone sit outside in this weather?” asked Jonny naively. “Oh, ok!” he exclaimed when he hit the fog of cannabis infused smoke inside the shop. “It’s not even lunchtime,” he whispered to Eliza.

  “They’re probably tourists. It’s why a lot of people come to Amsterdam. That, and the red light district.”

  “Yeah I’ve heard of that.”

  “I’ll show you round it tonight, if you like,” she winked at him.

  “Erm, I’m sure it’s not somewhere you supposed to go with your girlfriend.”

  “You English are such prudes! Anyway who said I’m your girlfriend? Do you want a cake?” She pointed at the neat piles of scones, biscuits and cupcakes in the glass covered cabinet.

  “No thanks, I’ve been warned about the cakes in places like this. Off your head for hours apparently. And after that night in New York… Well, no thank you!”

  “Please yourself, lightweight!”

  “Twee koffie alstublieft,” she asked the server whilst picking out two large stroopwafels. Placing one on top of each of the glasses of coffee.

  Jonny frowned at her.

  “Don’t worry there’s no cannabis in it. You wait until the hot coffee softens it. It’s delicious.” She turned the stroopwafels over to make sure they became properly gooey. “Do you want to sit outside? There are some blankets we can take.” She pointed to some thick woollen rugs hung up near the door.

  “OK.” Jonny grabbed two and headed outside. Forgetting to look each way outside the exit to the coffee shop he nearly got run over by a woman on her bicycle.

  “Shit! Watch out!” he shouted. The cyclist casually rang her handlebar mounted bell at him, not fazed by the incident in the slightest.

  Sitting across the road next to the canal they both cupped their hot coffee glasses and enjoyed the waffles.

  “Mmmm, they are delicious,” he agreed devouring his treat. “So what’s the plan for today? Back to bed?”

  “You really are a sex maniac,” she grinned at him.

  “Thought we would meet the guys at our rehearsal space. We’ve got a proposition for you.”

  “Sounds interesting. What is it?”

  “Wait ’til we get there. We can get a canal boat to the studio if you like?”

  “Yeah why not. Keep me from getting run over by those silent wheels of death.”

  “Great. We’ll just stop off and get a hat or scarf or something for you first. It’s only gonna get colder here and I don’t want you getting frostbite in any of your extremities.”

  They finished their coffee before it was too cold to drink and after returning their blankets and glasses they headed down the street to a small clothing shop. Jonny tried on some of the novelty hats before settling on a practical woollen beanie hat, snood and gloves.

  The canal boat was pleasant enough but the cold air was rushing against his face, making his nose and cheeks sting. The boat was full of tourists, so the driver felt obliged to point out various landmarks. Mainly former Dutch traders’ residences. They were told the history of the canals and how tidal water had resulted in the weakening of the wooden structures the buildings were built on. Many of them still leaning to this day.

  Jonny thought it was mildly interesting, but he was more interested in learning about this proposition Karma Life had for him.

  The rehearsal studios were well equipped - a shared resource Karma Life and many other local bands used. They had rented one of the smaller studios and when Jonny and Eliza arrived, Kurt and Dirk were already there practicing.

  Jonny was flattered, they seemed genuinely pleased to see him. Both jumping up and walking across to greet him.

  “Hey Kurt. How ya doing man?”

  “Yeah I’m good. The fracture’s healed quite nicely. Just my hand is not so good in the cold. It seems to have affected my tendons and nerves. Could have been worse though. Anyway, what’s happening with you? We heard you had been kicked out of Crash?”

  “Yeah, the set of bastards. They ganged up on me whilst I was away and decided to write me out of their plans. Their loss!”

  “Well we’ve been talking,” started Eliza, “and we wondered if you wanted to help us out again? Kurt’s not up to playing all of the time, partly because of his injury, but also his girlfriend’s expecting a baby and he doesn’t want to do any long tours next year. Do you Kurt?”

  “No. I’ve promised to be around more. Well, I’ve been told to be around more.”

  “We’re not offering a full time place, but more of an as and when type arrangement,” added Dirk. “We’re committed to a European tour in the summer, which we’ve already agreed Kurt won’t be doing. But also some stuff after Christmas and the New Year which Kurt is not ready for yet.”

  Jonny didn't know what to say. It wasn’t the greatest of offers. If they had asked him to be a full time member of their band, then he would have felt better about it. A session guitarist? That’s not really what he saw himself doing. But then he would be with Eliza and that was maybe enough.

  “Look, I’ve got nothing else on at the moment, but I need to leave my options open, as really I’m looking for something more.”

  “OK we understand.” Kurt said looking at Eliza and Dirk in a way that suggested they had already thought that might be the answer he gave.

  “Kurt’s been working on some new stuff whilst we were in America. Do you want to hear it?” Eliza asked.

  Kurt picked up his guitar and plucked his way through the new songs he had written, singing the lyrics in a funny high pitched tone because of the note he had picked to suit Eliza’s voice.

  Jonny liked it, it sounded fresh. “Is that how you guys normally lay down a new song?”

  “Yeah, Kurt’s our main songwriter, he always does the tune and most of the lyrics. We tend to add to it.”

  It dawned on Jonny why they didn’t want to dump Kurt, even though he couldn’t play guitar as much as they needed now.

  They had a good day jamming. Jonny found a way of adding his own sound to some of their pieces, which they seemed to like. His confidence spurred on, he decided to introduce them to the song he had written on the plane on the way back from America. Eliza was particularly taken with it, and liked the title, Samsara, which pleased him. Kurt decided they should record it and add it to some other new stuff he was working up for them.

  It was dark by 4pm and they all decided to go and get some food before Eliza took Jonny to some of the popular night spots in Amsterdam.

  They went to a restaurant near to the studio. High ceilings, and wooden floors making for noisy acoustics. Locals were starting to drift in, most sitting at the brass and polished wood bar, ordering beer and food. Karma Life took one of the tables near the entrance and ordered beers that arrived in small glasses, the froth skimmed off with a wooden paddle at the bar before being served to them.

  Eliza made some suggestions from the food menu for Jonny. She had started by translating everything for him, but it all sounded very strange to Jonny, whose palette was still
quite immature and unadventurous.

  Jonny asked them about living in Amsterdam.

  “I don’t live here,” said Kurt, “I live with my girlfriend and her father on a small farm about twenty kilometres away. Her father grows flowers and she helps him with the marketing side of it. It’s a business that’s been in their family for generations.”

  “Eliza and I have shared on and off for a few years now. We first moved into a squat, but when we got some money together moved into the apartment we’re in now,” Dirk explained. “It’s a good place to live. Lots going on.”

  “You can stay with me and Dirk, of course, whilst you are here. Same rules as San Francisco.”

  “I didn’t realise we had rules in San Francisco.” Jonny put his fake confused face on.

  “Exactly,” smiled Eliza.

  “Speaking of San Francisco, what about this tattoo I heard you had done by Luca? asked Kurt. “Let’s have a look?”

  Jonny turned his back to them and pulled up his t-shirt to reveal his angel winged shoulders and back.

  “It’s not quite finished. I didn’t go back for the third session. Think he was going to add some highlights or something. Not sure where though, as it doesn’t look like it’s missing anything to me.”

  “Awesome,” admired Kurt, “great artwork. Luca’s missed in Dam. My girlfriend has a body full of tattoos done by him.”

  Jonny was intrigued, his image of Kurt’s girlfriend, a farmer’s daughter was obviously wrong. “Really?”

  “Yeah, here take a look.”

  Kurt pulled a photo from his wallet of his girlfriend laid on her side on a beach somewhere. Tattoos peaking out of her bikini bottoms, along the side of her toned abdomen and around her bare breasts. “My Leesa,” he proudly proclaimed.

  Jonny’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and he struggled with what compliment to make that wouldn’t offend Kurt. Showing a picture of his half naked girlfriend wasn’t something Jonny would have done very readily. “Yeah g-great artwork.”

  Eliza laughed, “You English! We definitely need to show you the Red Light District tonight. Get that English bashfulness out of your system!”

  They all laughed.