LOGINAriana POVMy phone kept buzzing. I didn’t pick it up immediately. I was sitting on the floor this time, my back against my bed, my laptop open in front of me. I was editing my video from earlier, cutting small parts, adjusting the lighting, adding captions. Something I actually enjoyed. Something that was mine. Buzz. I ignored it. Buzz again. I paused the video and sighed."God…" I reached for my phone and checked it. Nick. Again. Nick: answer me. Nick: Ari. Nick: why are you doing this. I stared at the messages. My chest didn’t tighten like before. It didn’t rush. It just…stayed still. I pressed call.If he wanted to talk so badly, then fine. Let’s talk. He picked up almost immediately. "Ari,""Stop texting me like that," I said calmly. There was a pause."What?" he asked."Stop telling me to answer you," I added. "I don’t like it."Another pause, longer this time. "I was just trying to get your attention," he said."I saw your messages.""Then why didn’t you reply?""Because I didn
Ariana POVI saw his message. why are you acting like this I didn’t reply. Not immediately. Not like before. I was sitting at the edge of my bed, my phone resting in my hand, the screen still on. His message stared back at me like it was waiting for an answer I didn’t have. Or maybe… one I didn’t want to give.I placed the phone face down beside me. Slowly. Carefully. Like it might pull me back in if I wasn’t careful. "I’m not doing this again," I whispered to myself.I stood up and walked to my small mirror. My reflection looked tired. But not weak. Not like before. There was something different in my eyes. Something steadier. I picked up my makeup brush and started getting ready for the day. My movements were slow, controlled. I wasn’t rushing.I wasn’t thinking about him. At least, I was trying not to. My phone buzzed again. I ignored it. Another buzz. Ignored. Then a call. I didn’t even look. Instead, I turned on music and let it fill the room. Loud enough to drown everything else
Ariana POVI saw his message the moment it came in. I just didn’t open it. My phone lit up beside me on the bed, vibrating slightly, the screen flashing his name like it always did. For a second, my chest tightened the way it used to. That small pull. That habit of reaching for him without thinking.But this time, I didn’t move. I stayed where I was, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling. Then slowly, I turned my head away from the phone. I knew what he was going to say. I could already imagine it. Where are you? Why aren’t you replying? Are you okay? Same cycle. Same feeling. Same confusion.I exhaled slowly and sat up, pushing the thoughts aside. I had things to do. Real things. I moved to my small table and set up my phone stand. The kitchen counter behind me was already arranged. Ingredients lined up neatly. Flour, sugar, butter. Everything in place. I tied my hair into a loose bun and pressed record."Hi guys," I said, forcing a small smile. "Today I’m making something simple…
Ariana POVFor the first time in days…I woke up without thinking about him immediately. It felt strange. Not bad. Just… different. I stretched slightly and stared at the ceiling. My room looked the same. Everything was the same. But something inside me felt a little lighter. I reached for my phone. A habit. One I hadn’t broken yet. My screen lit up. Notifications. A lot of them. More than usual.I frowned slightly and unlocked it. Instagram. Messages. Mentions. Followers. I blinked. Then blinked again. "What…?"My follower count had gone up. Not by a little. By a lot. I sat up quickly. Scrolling through my page. Refreshing it. Again. And again. "This has to be a mistake," I muttered.But it wasn’t. The numbers were real. Still going up. I opened my notifications. People were liking my posts. Commenting. Sharing. Some even tagging their friends. My chest tightened. But this time…not in a bad way."Oh my God," I whispered.I clicked on one of my videos. The one where I was baking. It ha
Nick POVI stared at my phone for a long time before calling her, too long. My thumb hovered over her name, moving away, then back again. I had already opened our chat three times, typed something, deleted it, and locked my phone. Then unlocked it again.I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, or maybe I did, and that was the problem. I needed to tell her, everything. No more hiding. No more half-truths. No more "it’s fine" when it clearly wasn’t.I leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes for a moment. Just tell her. It’s not that hard. But it was. Because the moment I said it out loud…everything would change. My phone felt heavy in my hand. Still, I pressed call. It rang once. Twice. Then..."Hello?"Her voice sounded soft and familiar. And suddenly, everything inside me tightened."Hey… Kitten," I said quietly."Hi," she replied.There was a pause, not awkward, but not the same either."Are you busy?" I asked."No," she said. "I just got back.""From work?""Yeah."Another pause
I thought I was doing better, I really did. I told myself I was fine. That I was moving on. That I was focusing on myself. But Sofia saw right through me. It was a quiet afternoon at the shop. Not too busy. Just enough people to keep us moving. I was behind the counter, wiping a glass that was already clean. I didn’t even realize I had been doing it for almost a minute."Aria."I froze slightly. I knew that tone. I slowly looked up. Sofia was staring at me. Not smiling. Not joking. Just…watching. "What?" I asked, trying to sound normal.She folded her arms. "Are you serious right now?"I blinked. "About what?"She stepped closer. "That," she said, pointing at the glass in my hand. "You’ve been cleaning the same thing for ages."I glanced down. Oh. I dropped it immediately and reached for another task."I’m just tired," I said quickly.Sofia didn’t move. "Stop it."My hand paused. "Stop what?" I asked.She shook her head slowly. "Stop pretending."I let out a small breath and turned aw
Nick* * * *I loved this part. I loved meeting the fans, loved the selfies and jokes and words of praises. I loved the look in all of their eyes as they looked at me, it told me that I wasn't just a player, I was part of their lives. And I lived for it.The team and I walked into the crowd a
With my eyes closed, my thoughts drifted to last night, to the memory of his hard, hot body holding me tightly in his massive arms. I recalled how his large hand had touched me. Not to mention, it was hard not to notice how big his... ahem, how big he was. Like really big. Hard to miss when it felt
"She's gay." He blurted out.I narrowed my eyes. "Gay?""Yes, she's involved with some girl, okay! We're just pretending to be a thing because her parents doesn't approve her sexual choices, and I need her father's influence in growing my career."I swallowed. "But that only complicates this... wha
I was stuffing my books into my backpack when a sudden knock on the door pulled my attention."I'm coming!" I yelled, as I dragged myself to the door, and pulled it open.I blinked, taking aback on seeing Eve, Nick's mom"Ariana," She faked a smile as she eyed me from head to toe, sizing me up. I r







