Love Me Tender (W. Axl Rose) (Izzy Stradlin)

Chapter Fifty-Two

"Yeah, you go do that. Maybe even piss off over night too. Do what Axl did, pick yourself up a model to? Maybe she can give you more than what I can." I yelled back angrily. "Because clearly they can. You just wait, you'll be the next to do it to me."

It was all my fault, I told him to do it. I pushed him to it. Maybe if I hadn't of worried about Nathaniel so much, took Izzy's word and agreed to go out whilst Nathaniel was babysat by Duff. Maybe if I did agree, maybe we wouldn't of fought, therefore, maybe he wouldn't of taken another woman home.

"Oh great, here you go Izz. Here's your role model, he can show you which model to choose. He knows all the ones to fuck."

If I wasn't so stupid, than perhaps we would be cuddled up together in my apartment. Not me, sitting in the corner of quiet café, with Nathaniel, bawling my eyes out. To make matters worse, it was pissing down rain outside. So even if I wanted to go home, I couldn't. I didn't want to risk Nathaniel getting sick from being drenched in the rain. See, if you hadn't of argued with Izzy yesterday, this wouldn't of happened.

"Fine. I'm going and maybe in the mean time, I'll pick myself up a model. Wouldn't you just love that."

"Here you go miss, thought you could use it." The man who had been stood behind the counter, sets down two cups of vanilla ice cream. One for me and one for Nathaniel. Through blurred eyes, I gazed up at the man in surprise.

"T-Thank you." My voice shivered as I spoke.

"You're very welcome, ice-cream always makes me feel better." He gave me a kind smile before disappearing back behind the counter.

I stared at the ice-cream for a moment, that was before a movement outside the window caught my eye. Blinking away some tears, I spotted the familiar dark hair who stood by the doorway, closing his umbrella and shaking the remaining drops of water off.

I felt a tinge of pain etch at my heart as I stared at the man who approached me. He had never looked any more worried, anymore upset than the way he looked at me.

Taking my eyes from him, I stared back down at the ice-cream in front of me. Hearing the chair pull out, directly from under the table and left right beside me, I watched as Izzy, in my peripheral vision, sat down.

"Sweet?" Izzy gently spoke, reaching out and resting his hand on my thigh.

I immediately shook his hand away and continued to keep my attention from him and on the ice-cream.

"Please, talk to me." He places his hand back onto my thigh. "I can't explain myself if you're not willing to talk."

"Explain what! How you actually brought a fucking model home? Yeah, how are you going to explain yourself out of that one. Not even Axl could." I snapped, the tears rolling down my cheeks as I built up the courage to glare at him.

"Sweet-pea, please? Come home." Izzy begged. "I promise, I will explain everything." Izzy's voice had me melting, but I tried to neglect that.

"Why? Why should I even listen?" I let out a small cry and turned my head away.

"Just please, come home. Before Nathaniel cracks the shits and you end up collapsing." Izzy squeezed my thigh. "It's a little cool outside, and pissing down. I don't want you and the little man coming down with something." He than added.

I stared down at the ice-cream for a moment longer, than slightly nodded my head. I wanted to go, to get out of the café. Besides, my arms were getting tired of hanging onto Nathaniel and he was starting to squirm.

"Here, I'll take him. You rest your arms, the car's just around the corner." Izzy took Nathaniel from my arms, Nathaniel didn't mind, he was calling for him.