F.A.M.E (book 1 & 2)

2:7

HAZEL
5 weeks later

Don had been staying around on most nights at my request, and I had slowly developed a habit where I couldn't sleep properly if he wasn't in the same vicinity as me. We had kept things innocent which was something I deeply appreciated, and even though I knew men should've been the last thing on my mind, I often caught myself wondering if I was stuck in the friend-zone. He hadn't tried to kiss me or even touch me in a way that could lead to more, and that was truly surprising to me.

Everything about how he'd been looking after me so selflessly reminded me of why I had trusted him with my heart in the past. If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that the fire I used to have for him had been reignited; although I couldn't say it and I barely knew how to show it, I was still definitely emotionally invested in this man.

I wanted to work through my emotions slowly though. Dealing with the heartbreak Marcus gave me hadn't been easy, so I was trying to pace myself and deal with one emotion at a time. I wanted to be sure that I wasn't just trying to fill the void this heart break had caused by getting lost in Adonis.

Tonight Future was performing at the o2 and Don was one of the opening acts. He invited me to the show, so naturally, we were getting ready at my apartment since my place was actually closer to our destination.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't anxious. Nobody had seen Adonis and I out together in a very long time and I was nervous about how the fans would react. It was bound to stir up some online drama, especially because I hadn't confirmed my break-up publicly. I had just deleted all our pictures and kept it pushing. Marcus hadn't even attempted to call or ask how I was doing since he nearly killed me in my car, and that was more than enough for me to never let him back into my life.

"Should I wear this dress or this one?" I asked Don as I waddled into the living area whilst holding two dresses by the hanger. One was white and the other was black.

Don looked up from his phone and stood to his feet. He took the two dresses and held them side by side before he cocked a brow up and chuckled a little. "Neither. It's not dinner, it's a concert."

"Okay, well can you help me look please? I don't know what to wear." I begged whilst sighing to myself.

"Yeah just give me a moment." He told me as he went back to typing on his phone.

Rolling my eyes, I made my way back into my room where I had laid out multiple dresses, but couldn't decide on any of them. I never used to stress about these things; I would pick a dress and feel confident to wear it. But these days I needed that extra boost to my confidence.

Don appeared in my door way about two minutes later with a bottle of water in his hand. When he unscrewed the lid and opened it, I thought he was about to take a sip, but instead he passed it to me. "You've barely drank." He justified his actions before I could even ask a question.

After I took a couple of sips, I thanked him and closed the bottle again. "I need your help."

"You've got so many. Just pick one."

"That's the problem. I don't know which one." I replied in a defeated tone.

Don looked through the options on the bed and picked up the one dress I definitely didn't think he'd pick. "I like this one."