Chapter 4

03:48, 11 September 2014

I groaned as I rolled over in bed.

What do I do? This is the question that kept me awake for a majority of the night.

I was so confused with my feelings. I loved Chris, but yet I let Steven freaking Tyler kiss me yesterday.

Did I cheat? No.

Well, I'm not sure.

But I couldn't stop thinking about it.

How could I do this to Chris? He has done everything for me. Hell, he spent the miniscule amount of his savings on me for our anniversary. I would be a fool to let that go.

This was before I met Steven in person, and not just fantasized about him.

If Victoria was here, she would slap me for overthinking this so much. Her opinion would be so simple that I would probably smack myself for being so blind.

'Stay with Chris, Kat! It's so much easier than you're making this out to be' I thought to myself.

Yet it wasn't.

I got my ass out of bed, and trudged to the bathroom. I showered quickly, sighing in ecstasy at the refreshing feeling.

I threw on some sweats and, ironically, an Aerosmith band tee.

I grabbed my phone and walked into the living room, and sat on the couch.

Did I want to tell Chris about yesterday? I didn't know how he would react. It would be bad, I just knew it.

But, my guilty conscience would eat me alive if I didn't.

Speak of the devil.

My phone started blasting my ringtone, and I answered it quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kat." Chris greeted. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey babe. What's up?" I replied.

"You doing anything tonight?" He asked.

"No, not that I know of. Why?"

"Let's go out. There's this new club downtown that's grand opening is tonight."

I smiled. "Okay. What time should I be there?"

"No no. I'll pick you up. How's 8?" Chris responded cutely.

"Fine by me."

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"So what's this place called anyway?" I asked Chris as we drove down the highway.

"I'm not sure, my friend from my fitness class told me about it."

After a few more minutes of driving, we arrived at the club.

It was crowded, and lights were flashing.

My adrenaline started pumping. I loved to dance, so clubs were my favorite place to go.

Chris grabbed my hand as we were let inside.

He pulled me close to him as the music pounded around us, and crowds of people danced in every corner.

"Do you wanna get a drink?" Chris asked me over the loud music.

I nodded, smiling, and followed him to the bar.

The bartender smiled at the both of us.

"What'll it be?"

"A vodka with cherry for her, and just some Jack for me." Chris told him.

I smiled, gripping Chris's hand tighter. He knew me so well.

After a minute, our drinks were placed on the bar in front of us.

I instantly downed mine, enjoying the burning sensation in my throat.

Chris looked at me, a cute smirk on his face.

"Let's dance."

He dragged me onto the dance floor, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I obeyed, and pulled him closer.

We started to make out, unaware of the people around us.

This just made me feel more certain. I did love Chris.

After about an hour of dancing, Chris and I decided to go get another drink.

When the bartender saw us, he seemed to remember what we liked, and in less time than before, had our drinks ready.

Once again, I downed mine, and a couple seconds later, I was seeing double.

Hello drunk Kat.

I smiled up at Chris, who was staring down at me.

"I'm gonna go to the bathfroom.." He slurred, kissing me on my forehead, and walking away.

I was sitting at the bar, trying in some way to regain my focus, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey honey."

I recognized it immediately, and turned around in my stool.

"Steven? What are you doing here?" I managed to ask.

"Just dancing, and hanging out. Same as you."

I smiled a little, and we just looked at each other.

Out of nowhere, Steven gripped my hand gently.

"About yesterday--" he started.

I chuckled. "It's fine. Really."

"Kat, here's the thing, sugar. I really fucking like you. A lot. I know you've got a boyfriend, but I don't care."

I looked down at my knees, sighing.

"Steven, I know. I feel it, too. But we have to be friends."

Before Steven could respond, I heard Chris's voice.

I turned to him, smiling.

"Hey babe." I greeted.

I glanced back behind me to finish talking to Steven only to realize he was gone.

I looked up at Chris.

I don't know if it was my guilty conscience, or my inebriated state of mind, but I just couldn't help myself.

"Chris, I have something to tell you." I blurted out.

He smiled slightly, sitting down.

"What is it?"

"Um..-" I let out a breath.

"Steven kissed me."

It took a second for what I said to register with Chris, but when it did, I knew instantly that telling him was a mistake.

"Steven Tyler kissed you?! Why didn't you tell me before??"

I sighed, "I don't know. I was scared."

Chris just stared at me, and I couldn't figure out his face.

All of a sudden, he stormed away, leaving me alone, sitting at the bar.

I gulped back the tears that were forming, and stood up, and started to walk towards the exit.

He reacted the exact way I knew he would.

I felt a tear sliding down my face, as I pushed my way out the door, and onto the street.

"Kat?"

I turned around at my name, and Steven was right there, a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I chuckled. "Oh, nothing. I just told my boyfriend the truth and he fucking left me."

The tears were still falling, as Steven wrapped me in a hug.

I put my head on his shoulder, and closed my eyes, trying to compose myself.

After a minute, we pulled back, and Steven pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Do you need a ride home?" He asked, smiling softly down at me.

I nodded, grabbing Steven's outstretched hand, following him to his car.

I was still drunk, and Steven had to help me get into his car.

As soon as he got in, we were off.

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We were sitting in Steven's car, outside my apartment.

I took a nervous breath, and looked at Steven.

"Do you wanna come inside?" I asked, biting my lip anxiously.

He smiled, a sparkle in his eye.

"Sure."

We got out of the car, and I grabbed on to Steven's arm for support as we walked up the flight of stairs, into the building.

We reached my apartment, and I unlocked the door, surprisingly.

I stumbled inside, with Steven behind me.

I set my belongings down, and motioned for Steven to sit on the couch.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, with intent to sober up.

I took a big gulp, and sat down next to Steven.

After a strangely awkward silence, Steven cleared his throat.

"So what exactly happened with Chris?"

I sighed. "I told him about our kiss, and he flipped. I expected him to, but I didn't think he would leave me stranded. My conscience is too good to keep secrets from him."

Steven chuckled lightly, meeting my eyes.

"I understand that, Kat-" Before Steven could finish his sentence, my doorbell rang.

I was confused, it was 10pm.

Maybe it was Vic.

I walked to the door, and opened it.

Chris was standing behind it, tears clearly running down his face, his eyes bloodshot.

"Chris.." I muttered.

"Look, Kat, I'm sorry for leaving you at the club..it just hurt to hear you say you kissed another man. But I love you so much, I'm willing to forgive--"

At this, he had fully entered my apartment, and he saw Steven sitting on the couch, watching.

Chris looked at me, sadness in his eyes.

"Chris, I can explain--" I started.

"We have one disagreement, one fight, and you waste no time bringing another man home? Especially the man who was responsible for it?!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Chris yelled.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Chris, calm down--"

Out of my peripheral, I could see Steven standing up from the couch.

Suddenly, I felt a red hot sting of pain, and I collapsed onto the floor.

I held my cheek where Chris had punched me.

PUNCHED ME.

I looked up at Chris from the floor in disbelief.

The anger flared in his eyes, and with a growl, he left, slamming my door behind him.

I moaned, trying to get up, feeling slightly discombobulated, when I felt Steven's arms around my waist, lifting me up. He helped me to the couch, as I started to cry.

I looked away from Steven in embarrassment, as he raced into the kitchen, and came back moments later with some ice.

He held it gently against my cheek, and looked into my eyes.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked me, worry filling his face.

I couldn't answer because I was still in shock.

The man who said he loved me and would never hurt me, did.

"Kat, has he ever done this before?" Steven asked me in almost a whisper.

I shook my head no, as the tears kept falling.

Steven sat down on the cushion next to me, and pulled me protectively into his chest, while still holding the ice to my face.

In that moment, I realized I could never be just friends with Steven Tyler.

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A/N

*sigh* I updated, even though I feel like no one is reading it.