Saving Me From Myself ( The Weeknd ࿎ Abel Tesfaye Fanfic )

She Won't Notice(Chapter 5)

(Abel's POV)
She hasn't texted me in 3 weeks. I went to check on her yesterday, no one answered the door. So now I'm at home trying to distract myself with other things.

She's not my responsibility, I tell myself. I fucked up and now she wont talk to me.

Two girls who's names I don't even know come out of the bathroom, one in black lingerie and the other in red.

One of the girls comes up to me, pushes me back on the bed, climbs on top of me and starts kissing me.

The other girl starts doing lines on my table and suddenly, I feel the need to do them with her.

I sit up a little when I hear a knock on the door and the girl on top of me sighs and gets off.

I walk over to the door and answer it. It's Jess.

"Jess?" I say. I look at her and see that her eyes are red.

She doesn't say anything. She just goes in to hug me and I hug her back. She starts crying in my arms and in that moment I want to tell her everything will be okay, but I cant because I don't know whats wrong. So I just hold her.

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I shoot up from my bed and look around. No girls, no coke, no Jess. It was just a dream.

I check my phone and see that it hasn't been three weeks since we got home, its the same night we got back.

I sigh and see a couple text from Jess from about five minutes ago asking if she can come over. I check the time and see that it's 1:35 am. I face time her and she answers looking kind of upset and I see that shes outside.

"Where are you?" I ask in a tired voice. "Are you okay?"

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Yea.. yea you can. Bu.. why?"

"I just.." She sighs. "I'll talk to you when I get there." And she hangs up.

I guess I fell asleep after that because 20 minutes later I wake up to Jess quietly knocking on the door. I open it and it's actually her this time. Not just some dream.

The only difference is that she's still wearing the same outfit from earlier, those little shorts with my grey hoodie that's way too big for her, and the same white Adidas. She's wearing a backpack, and her hair looks slightly messy. She looks like a little kid who just ran away from home.

Then again, I'm not judging because I'm only wearing my black CK boxers and a black tank top, so I kinda look homeless.

"Hey," she says walking in.

"Hey."

I shut the door behind her.

"Can I shower?" she asks me.

"Yea," I say rubbing my eyes. She doesn't even look tired, I think.

"And.." she sighs "I forgive you." She says looking at me. "For earlier.."

She turns around and walks into my bathroom not waiting for a reply and shuts the door. I hear the water start running, so I walk over to my bed and turn on a Netflix show.

About 10 minutes later she peaks her head through the door.

"Um.." she laughs a little. "I didn't bring any clean clothes. Just clean underwear."

I laugh. "I have a bigger white hoodie that's longer than the last one if you want." I say grabbing it from my closet and walking it over to her.

" And um.. you don't happen to have.. oh I don't know," she rolls her eyes playfully. "..a clean bra lying around somewhere?"