* the streets we travelled ` harvey

[ERIK BJÖRNSTAD!]

I'D DO ANYTHING FOR A SMILE

Erik hadn't been feeling right all day. He wasn't sure what it was, but being Erik he always refused to admit being sick. Always. It wouldn't matter if he was dying, he didn't like to admit that he was in a stage of weakness. Typical arrogant Erik. They were toward the end of their set and he was still pushing himself hard, even though he felt cold and sweaty. He was secretly wishing that nobody could tell but he had a feeling he was pale and his hands were slipping a little from the increasing dampness.

He knew he could hold out until the end of the gig and that's what he planned to do. He got a few looks from Harvey as he missed a few notes but he kept his gaze down and his eyes closed for a while, which made him feel better about his dizziness. He strummed the last chord and stumbled back a few steps while Harvey thanked everyone and he kissed his hand and made a peace sign, hanging up his guitar and was the first to run off stage.

If he could just make it to the dressing room to grab some water, that's what he needed. He made his way through to the back and burst through the door, steadying himself with a hand on the wall, feeling nauseous. He reached for his drink bottle but felt his mind just say 'nope' as he passed out. That's what you get for dehydrating and overworking yourself, Erik. Real classy.

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The show was going extremely well, the crowd was enthusiastic and excited - they were exerting this energy that Harvey just fed off of. Obvious, she heard a couple of comments coming form them men about how they wanted her to flash her tits and she always replied with the same answer, go fuck yourself. This was obviously followed by a laugh, seeing as Harvey knew they were probably drunk, high or something of the sort. She was forgiving. After touring for years, she learned not to take things like that so personally and seriously, simply because she knew the guys were just stupid and horny, just like all men. Plus, now she had Erik to look after her and tell the guys to fuck off as well, seeing as she was now his woman.

Speaking of being his woman, she couldn't help but noticed that Erik was very off his game today. Usually he would interact more with the crowd, get them riled up and excited. Instead, he was just looking down at his chords and messing up more than usual -she would only say that because there are bound to be mistakes while playing live. Once in a while she would give him a worried look, but soon dismiss it and carry on with the show, Erik could take care of himself and there was only one more song to play. Luckily it was an easy, short one. When she let out the last scream, she looked over the crowd before thanking them and blowing kisses. She said that the band had a great time and that she loved them all - you know, the usual stuff. Before she could look over to give Erik a smile, he was gone, off the stage and out of sight. This worried Harvey, Erik never did that.

Giving the fans one more wave, she jogged off the stage and towards the dressing rooms, trying to figure out why Erik had left to quickly. When she saw him passed out on the floor of the dressing room, she gasped and ran over to him, gently shaking him before she grabbed water and splashed it on his face, "Erik! Erik wake up!" she shouted as she shook him and slapped his face, "Come on, baby. Open your eyes for me." she added as she kept gently smacking his face, "You son of bitch, wake up!" she shouted.

[ERIK BJÖRNSTAD!]

I'D DO ANYTHING FOR A SMILE

He didn't know why he did this. When he was sick or not feeling right, it was never important to him and he felt like no one needed to know. It probably lied under the category of having an ego that said it was nothing and would blow over the next day, and he'd gotten himself into a good deal of trouble that way. Through the nauseating blackness, a voice echoed through, and whilst it was extremely distorted, he would always recognize his girlfriend's voice. Perfect, he thought.

He could feel the water on his face, he could feel the touch of her hand trying to nudge him back into consciousness, but he still saw darkness and it was a little scary, he had to admit. Erik murmured inaudibly and twitched a little. He reached his hand up lazily to grab her arm and coughed a little, squeezing his eyes tightly closed. "Harvey.. I feel like shit.."

[/color] he said, sighing and groaning. He was in a poor-me state of mine until he realised. Harvey. Harvey had found him on the floor.

His eyes snapped open and he looked up at her with worry. "H.. Harvey, no.."[/color] he mumbled, and then he continued mumbling something that sounded like he was sorry but he wasn't sure himself. Groaning again, he propped himself up on a slightly shaky elbow and he slicked his hair out of his face. Erik reached to the drink bottle with his free hand and took a sip from it. "I can't afford to be sick right now.."[/color] he frowned, looking into his girlfriend's eyes.

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[HARVEY HAVOC!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i428/afraidx2/ddd.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] WON'T CLOSE MY EYES Finding Erik on the ground like that had really scared her. Why was he collapsed? Was he going to die? WHen he didn't wake up right away it only increased her fear. Grabbing a waterbottle, she walked over to him and dumped it on his face and was relieved to see his eyes open up. "That's right baby, wake up." she stated and kissed his forehead. How was she supposed to handle this? She knew how stubborn Erik was, he'd hate her if she called for help. Hearing him speak of how he felt like shit, she laughed softly, "You look like shit, too." she joked before she lifted the bottle to his lips, "Drink, Erik." she demanded, her tone of voice stirn ,but still filled with worry, "Why did you do this to yourself?" he asked, though she figured it was more to herself. When he spoke again, she sighed and got up, dragging him over to a couch, "Can you stand? I'm going to put you on the couch, alright?" she explained, though she honestly had no idea how she was goign to do that all by herself. Sure Harveywas pretty strong for her height and build, but Erik was still twice her height and weight, how was she going to do this? "Okay, babe. One...two...three!" she stated and pulled up with all of her might. When she failed, she growled, "C'mon babe, I need some help here." she stated and looked right at him, pressing another kiss to his forehead. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[ERIK BJÖRNSTAD!]

I'D DO ANYTHING FOR A SMILE

Somewhere within his hazy mind he found a sigh of relief that Harvey was here. He knew she'd respect his decisions, to a degree. She knew he didn't like to tell anybody his business, but much to his frustration, she usually let her better judgement step in. That's why he counts his lucky stars everyday that he has someone like her in his life. As she chuckled he squinted and raised a brow at her, giving a small chuckle that sounded more like a painful cough and he sighed as she nudged at his lips with the water. As she spoke to him he closed his eyes and drank, her question flying in one ear and out the other.

It didn't register in his head that she was a lot smaller than he was and that she couldn't haul his ass across the room. Erik sighed and raised a brow again as she counted down and she managed to lift him a little, but he was all bulk, he didn't expect her to be able to just throw him around. As he felt her muscles go limp he found somewhere in his mind the ability to chuckle quietly, and rather painfully. A shaky arm extended, to put the water bottle on the floor and he raised a hand to grip her shoulder and another to reach behind him to try and push himself upwards. What an intricate maneuver.

He groaned and pushed himself with another equally as shaky arm and with her help he fell clumsily onto the couch. "Thanks.. baby.." he sighed, shuffling around to sit up a little more. Smiling up at the woman he loved, he looked into her glossy eyes and saw everything important to him. Her and her alone. No one could ever compete with her for him. This girl was there for him when he would wake up in a sweat crying out for his friend. This girl was there for him when he was kicked out to the curb by his parents and had no money. He thought of himself as the luckiest man in the world.

Erik reached a hand up to brush her hair behind her ear. "I love you," he stated, his hand falling to land on his jeans with a small smack. Closing his eyes tight and sitting up more, he let out a long exhale. "That took way too much effort,"

[/color] he shook his head and pouted up at the girl, extending his large, tattooed arms to her. "C'mon. Bring it in, Harv." [/color]

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