SOUR | DAMELIO

FIVE!

Later that same week!

WREN HATED HERSELF.

She laid in the dark confinement of her bedroom under the covers playing Animal Crossing or wishing she was somewhere else. Milo had brought her in plates of food, but had stopped when he realized she wasn't eating, he was starting worry.

Her phone was off, on the night stand by her bed, it had full charge, but hadn't been touched in a minute. Wren sniffed as she walked from her bathroom, drying her hair, it was the first shower she'd taken since she fell into her funk, however, no amount of makeup or even surgery could fix the bags forming under her eyes, her stomach had stopped growling days ago, the need for food was no longer present. She huffed and crawled back into bed for another sob session.

Depression was a killer.

"Knock," it was Milo, "I brought Chinese."

Wren's response? A low hum.

"It's your favorite, chicken and broccoli over rice."

Another low hum, Milo sighed and set the plate down. "I'm here for you." He said about to exit the room when Wren threw the covers off, tears rolled down her redden cheeks as she sniffed, Milo grabbed the tire up girl into his arms.

"I loved her so much!" The brunette cried into his shoulder, "I-I thought s-s-h-e-e loved me t-o-o!"

She was started to hiccup now, Milo rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry Wren," he said. "Doesn't matter," she whispered starting to calm down, "she moved on and it's time I get over myself."

Milo nodded and motioned to the plate of food she smiled and took it gratefully, she ate every bite.

For the next couple of days, Wren and Milo spent every waking moment together, going shopping and laughing it up at restaurant. She was finally starting to feel like herself, she even started writing songs again, her team agreed she could release one more track before the album as long as it was apart of it, she had kept this song in her notebook, it was barley anything but a few lines she threw together in about ten minutes.

She read over it, even gave Milo a taste of it, he grabbed his red pen from his bag and corrected the mistakes that didn't make sense.

"Don't act like we didn't that shit, too." He whispered, scratching his head, "You're trading jackets like we used to do."

After an hour and four cups of cold brew later, the song was written and sent to her team, they loved it, she went to the studio to record it, only to run into Dixie D'Amelio walking out of the building.

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck."

The girl's hands felt clammy as she entered the room, she was sorta glad Dixie was too busy on her phone to notice her. Her producer greeted her with a high five, she smiled, and walked into the recording room and began to sing.

Days later, her album, SOUR, released, her songs became hits, charting on the US BILLBOARD HOT 100 at #1. It was insane, her week was warped with interviews, photo shoots, and not one but several red carpet events, such as the Brit Awards where she won her first ever award, she even got to meet the president.

Things were going great, she hadn't even thought about Charli, until Jupiter brought it up during a lunch date.

"I don't care," the brunette snapped with a harsh eye roll.

Jupiter accepted this answer and continued eating.