David Bowie x Y/N imagines

Forbidden Phone Calls

[Ignore me at this point because it's an issue; TTWD is just here to stay, no questions asked...]

[DAVID'S POV]

"DAVID!!" My tour manager called, her heels clicking against the tacky linoleum floor. I stayed hidden in the store cupboard, knowing I wanted to make a run for the payphone after she'd gone. I wasn't technically allowed to use the phone because Cindy, my manager, said I was devoting far too much time to Y/N, rather than my actual work. I didn't give two fucks and I called her when I wanted to.

She had slipped down a corridor so I made a break for it. I put in the coins and dialled Y/N's number. I bounced on the spot impatiently as it rang, hoping just to hear her voice. "Hello?" She answered, my heart leaping in my chest at the sound.
"Ello Darling!" I beamed, my accent peculiarly thick. She laughed, so much so that I could hear the smile on her face.

"Hello, love, you're breaking the rules again aren't you?" She sighed, sussing me out. I replied in the affirmative, to no surprise of Y/N's. 
"I missed you too much to not call you... Plus, I promised I would call you every day, even if I get in trouble for it." I added, smiling to myself.

"David." Cindy stated, her voice laced with disappointment and anger. 
"Shit. Oops. Well, I love you, baby." I rambled, letting Y/N go off and I was about to have my ear chewed off. I put the phone back on the receiver and turned to face Cindy. She had a look of despondency etched onto her face with a roll of paper in her left hand. 

"How many times am I going to tell you in this tour not to keep sneaking off to the phone? I get that you miss her but I miss my husband and I don't call him every day. You've got work to do buddy, you can't afford to waste time." She sighed, hitting me lightly on the back of the head with the paper.

"How is it a waste of time if it's time well spent doing something rather than nothing?" I queried, my sentence making hardly sense. She huffed at me, rolling her eyes.
"You know, David, you're utter hard work. You honestly make sure that I have my work cut out for me, don't ya?" She commented, her heels clipping at the floor as she strode beside me.

I really didn't care that she was pissed at me, I was going to carry on talking to Y/N and there wasn't necessarily much she could do about it. Just because she isn't this attached to her husband is no reason for me not to call Y/N. I would do my shows and all that malarky and then I was stuck doing nothing for the rest of the day. Granted, I had signings to do but they were only 2 hours max so, I had nothing better to do than call her. 

[A/N: Sorry, I know it's short but short and simple is sometimes nice...]