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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ☆

The tour's coming to an end, maybe you can finally have a shot at acting like a real couple.

The tour life was somewhat a whirlwind for you. Between doing your job and sneaking around with Izzy, you barely had a moment to think.

To say the lifestyle was stressing you both out would be the world's biggest understatement, it was taking its toll. You'd both become somewhat paranoid, and even if you wanted to come clean, it was a bit late for that now.

The amount of times you'd accidentally fallen asleep in Izzy's bed while on the bus and almost got caught had passed the double digits a mere month into your relationship. You really hated that fucking pact the guys had made; it was making everything so difficult.

The only time your hidden relationship actually worked out in your favour was when the guys had thought it was best to find things to do so they could leave you and Izzy alone. You'd kept up the pretense that you were civil after your argument but never quite as friendly as they'd hoped, so they'd tried to get you two to bond a little.

Bonding was something you definitely did... Well, change it to bondage and that was more along the lines of it. Izzy had you tied to his bed frame and begging him to be touched. You wondered what the guys would think if they'd come back early and saw that.

Considering you were there for work purposes, along with accompanying Duff, you'd yet to have had so much as a date with Izzy. The best you could do was sneak into his hotel room during layovers and order room service.

He didn't complain though, not once, he was glad to be seeing you at all. Especially after your trip to Chicago, that was like hell. The hotel had been overbooked and Izzy had shared a room with Axl, meaning you couldn't see each other for an entire week, unless you were handing him a guitar before he'd gone on stage.

One thing that has become crystal clear was just how head over heels you really were for each other. You found yourself mindlessly daydreaming about scenarios with him, wondering what he was up to when you weren't there, basically anything that involved him.

He was the same. And it shocked the pair of you. Izzy's somewhat cold and emotionless demeanor was something everybody knew him for, but only you got to see his caring side. You joked with him once about it, telling him you weren't even aware he had one, he couldn't help but agree.

For your flight home, none of your actual names were printed on the boarding passes, which made it very easy for you to swap tickets with Steven who had been scheduled to sit next to Izzy for the journey. He'd still offered to swap once finding out, assuming you'd feel more relaxed sitting with someone else, but you told him you'd probably sleep anyway so it was fine.

Izzy's signature smirk was on his lips when you'd sat down beside him, luckily the third seat was a spare and the other guys were practically on the other end of the plane.

"Stalking me?" he teased as you buckled up your seatbelt, his eyes darting across the aisle to see if any of the crew were near you.

"Don't pretend you don't like it, Stradlin," you shot back, wriggling around a little to get comfortable.

"You got me there. I never thought I'd be so happy to be going back home," he yawned as he finished his sentence, lack of sleep was something you were both regularly experiencing at this point.

"Oh? Why's that?" you knew the answer, of course, you just liked hearing him say it. And he knew that, hence the small glare you'd received back.

"You know why, princess."

You smiled, looking down as his fingers began lacing with yours, his thumb lazily tracing patterns along the back of your hand. Your gaze then returned to his face, every time you looked at him, you couldn't help but feel giddy. Couldn't help but almost cry with the overwhelming emotion you felt for him. Wasn't the honeymoon period meant to be over by now?

"We should go out sometime," he suggested cooly, both of you retracting your hands to undo your belt as the plane began flying straight.

"Go out? Iz, we've been together for four months."

"Thanks, Sherlock, hadn't noticed," he rolled his eyes before continuing, "I mean out out. You know? On a... You know?"

"Jeez, you've had a girlfriend for how long and you still can't use the word date?" you giggled, he playfully gripped your thigh, "but yeah, we should, wanna order spaghetti and swallow the same strand until we kiss?"

He gagged, actually gagged. Just as well you were joking, you tried to hold in your laugh at his visible discomfort.

"I was thinking we'd go and get drunk, that's about as romantic as Izzy Stradlin gets," he winked, you chuckled.

"Sounds like a plan."

—

The pair of you had slept most of the journey, so your excuse to Steven hadn't technically been false. You were nudged awake by one of the roadies, who politely asked you to wake Izzy up too.

"Hey, sleeping beauty, we're home," you shook him a little after the roadie had returned to his seat.

Izzy blinked a few times and stretched, his lips in a faint frown at having his rest interrupted.

"Jeez, woman, do you know how hard it is to get any sleep around you?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes playfully, "we can leave you on the plane if you really prefer that?"

He smiled a little and yawned, listening carefully to figure out if there was a chance of him being heard, then he leaned in a little to whisper.

"So, this date," the last word being hissed out through clenched teeth, he really wasn't a fan of it, "Wednesday?"

It was already Sunday, so it wasn't too far away at all. You were more than happy to agree, those pesky butterflies he always gave you were slowly building in your stomach as you thought about it.

You couldn't wait to feel like an actual couple for once, even if your intuition (which was usually right) told you it wasn't going to run as smoothly as you hoped it would.