𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ~ 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚡 𝚈/𝚗

Chapter 16 ~ Seperated

Since Chris and I have moved in together, I realize we both didn't realize how annoying we can get. I love Chris, but sometimes he makes me want to rip my hair out. Maybe we need a break? Or maybe I just need to move out. With my new modeling job, I'm always busy and I have no time for Chris. I'm constantly at the work place, getting my pictures taken, memorizing my lines, or getting styled. Chris complains everyday, telling me a relationship is two-sided. I understand he needs attention, but I don't have time for what he needs. After a long day of work, I want to sleep; not spend time with someone. Maybe if he had a real job, working 8 hours, and going everyday, maybe he would understand. "This is why I need to drive with music." I say to myself after I've been lost in my thoughts once again.

I unlock the door, placing my purse on the table. The triplets weren't here so I figured they were out filming. I changed from my uncomfortable business attire into comfy pajamas. I put my hair up, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. Just as I was falling asleep, I was awoken by the loud chatter of the triplets. I crack the door open. "Can you guys please keep it down? I have work tomorrow." I say. "Sorry." Matt says. I quietly shut the door and get back into bed. Of course, my rest is interrupted again. "Y/n." Chris whispers. I sit up. "Can we talk." He asks. I turn on my lamp. "What's up? If it's not important can it wait for tomorrow?" I ask. "It's important." He says. I stay quiet, waiting to see what he has to say. "I think if we're in a relationship, we should be committed to it." He says. "Recently, I feel like you've been ignoring us." He continues. "Chris, I just got a new job. We both knew it was going to be rough when we first got to LA." I say. "But Y/n, I need attention. It feels like I'm not even in a relationship!" He says. "Okay, Chris. I'm busy right now. If it's that bad, maybe we need a break." I say. Chris stares at me. Shocked I even suggested that. "I'm going to bed Chris. I have work tomorrow." I say turning the lamp off. I feel Chris get up from the bed. "Maybe we do need a break." He says walking out. Finally, peace and quiet.

*Time Skip*

5:00am. My alarms beeps. I struggle to find my phone in the dark room. I groan before turning the lamp on, finding my phone to silence the alarm. I lay back onto my soft pillows, covering my face with my warm blanket. I prepared myself for the cold air. Nick always sleeps in freezing temperatures. I made a quick run to my closet, picking an outfit to shield me from the cold air. I brushed my hair, washed my face, and brushed my teeth. As I walked back into my room from the bathroom, I realize Chris wasn't in bed with me. Memories from last night begin to flood back. The things I do when I'm mad. "What have I done?" I ask myself scratching my forehead. I brush it off. Chris wouldn't take it serious, he never takes anything serious. I grab my phone and walk into the kitchen. I pick up my purse, putting my phone inside. I take the keys and begin driving to work.

*Time Skip*

It was my lunch break and outfit change. I opened my provided salad. The cold chicken sent shivers down my spine. "How long has this been sitting out?" I ask myself. I finish my lunch and use my few extra minutes to text Chris back. I unlocked my phone, entering Chris and I's messages. To my surprise, there was no texts. Did he really take me serious? "He's probably still sleeping." I say to myself. "Okay ladies, lunch is over!" The director yells. I throw my trash away and walk to my stylist. "Okay, so the next theme is summertime party. This is the outfit I had in mind." She says showing me a white flowy     dress with many accessories. "Go ahead and get changed." She says. I take the outfit into the changing room and quickly get dressed. I look in the mirror, checking out the outfit. My stylist, whom I can't even remember the same to, barges in. No courtesy of even knocking. "Hurry along! You've been in awhile." She says waving her hands to push me out the door. She then quickly sends me to the makeup guru. "We're doing a natural look today. Just concealer, a bit of contour, and blush." He says. I nod my head and wait for him to get everything he needs. Once he's done, he sprays a mist onto my face. He stares at my face from afar before grabbing a tube of mascara. "Just look up." He says. He cleans up my mascara before sending me to the hair stylist. "Nothing too dramatic. Just some waves." She says. She does my hair in a rush. I could feel her hands moving quickly. Sometimes my hair would even get caught in her tools. Soon, my hair is done and I make my way to the main director. "Perfect. Go to the photographer." He says pointing to a room full of bright lights and cameras. I nervously walk in. "Stand here. I'll give you a variety of poses. Follow as I say." She says smiling. Finally, someone with common courtesy.

*Time Skip*

I unlocked the door and did my normal routine; placing the keys on the table, wash my makeup off, and take a shower. No distractions, no directors, no noise. This was the time I took to check up on myself. I try not to take this time for granted, as this is my favorite part of the day. It hasn't even been a day but when I'm apart from Chris, all I crave is the gentle touch of his hand against my skin. Although I was afraid to admit it, I can't deny what I feel. I love Chris. I can't live without his touch, his voice, his presence alone. I gently knock on the bedroom door before opening it. Chris was there, laying on the bed. He turned to me. He sighed before getting up. "No, wait. I want to talk." I say. I look up into his sparkly blue eyes. "Chris, I love you. Whether I want to admit it or not, I need you. I can make time for you. Whatever I need to do to keep you in my life." I say. His lips were inches away from mine. The thought of kissing him was driving me insane. "I love you, Y/n" He whispers before leaning in for a kiss.

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