Finding My Muse - Nicholas Galitzine

Chapter Nine: Past Mistakes

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--Esmerelda's POV--

"Why are you so stubborn and annoying?" Kylie asks as she walks into the living room.

"Well don't you look nice," I tell her as she grabs her purse from the kitchen counter. Her eyes narrow telling me not to change the subject, "I might have been wrong about Nick being the devil reincarnated but," I tell her before she's interrupting.

"Have you noticed how much you've done in the past two weeks? You've gone on dates, gone to parties, and you've even helped him finish a song or whatever you music people call foreplay," She says making me laugh before straightening my posture.

"Me going out has nothing to do with him," I grumble, "Oh would you look at the time," I smile as Harry knocks on the door. She swings the door open and he compliments her as soon as she does.

"Have a good date," I wave as she shuts the door behind her. I can hear her in the hallway ranting about me to Harry. I shove my laptop onto the far end of the couch before grabbing the remote. Kylie is right I have been doing a lot therefore I should reward myself with TV. Halfway through my episode, there's a knock at the door. How bad would it be if I just let the person leave without seeing who it was?

"I know you're in there," Dylan says making me jump up in my spot and stare at the door. I check my phone and see a text from Kylie.

Kylie: Incoming. Sorry. Have fun!

I cover my face with a pillow and flail my legs around dramatically. I don't want to go out tonight. I slowly pull myself off the couch before walking to the door and staring out the peephole seeing nothing. I liked old Dylan better. He was less fancy smancy. I open the door and see him standing with a box of pizza. I'm surprised to see his legs covered in grey sweatpants instead of slacks, "I figured you haven't eaten," he says. There's a look on his face before I realize I should let him in. This is such a Dylan thing to do. Who would turn down pizza?

"What are you doing here?" I ask with a weird-sounding laugh.

"I wanted to apologize," he says, only continuing when he sees my confusion, "I dragged you away from an important night just so I could impress you with shit you don't care about," He says as I grab plates from the cabinet.

"Can I be honest?" I ask as he nods his head, "I don't even know what Bitcoin really is," I say as we both laugh.

"I just want to talk about you and your music," He says with a shy smile. As we eat the pizza he really only asks about me. It's weird being so open with someone I haven't talked to in nearly two years. What's even weirder is that he used to practically live in this apartment. If he tried hard enough he could remember where we kept everything.

"Are you entering your songs for the final show?" He asks as I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't have anything good enough," I tell him but he shakes his head and stands up from the table. I watch as he walks into my bedroom and grabs my backpack, "Excuse me. When we broke up you lost the pillage to root through my bag," I tell him as I chase after him. He grabs my songbook and opens it up making me panic. I reach for the book but he pulls it away, his arms out of reach from my grasp. I jump up trying to swat it out of his hands as we both laugh at the failed attempt, "Stop it. I promise nothing in there is good," I tell him. He lowers the book as I swat at it again making it fall to the floor. We both bend down to grab it, our hands colliding on top of it. When we stand back up he hands it back to me as his eyes stay locked on mine.

"I've missed you," he whispers as his eyes drop down to my lips. I find myself doing the same before he cuts the distance between us. I gasp against his lips as his hands land on my hips the same way they did all those years ago. I pull away catching my breath. I shouldn't be doing this. I let out a shuttered sigh as his lips brush against mine again. His hands tuck under my legs making me jump. Our lips move feverishly against each other as he walks us to my bedroom. My back touches the comforter of my bed as he hovers above me, his lips traveling from my lips to my neck. I arch my back as his hands wander the lengths of my body. He leans up, takes his shirt, and throws it across the room. The side of his torso has a tattoo I've never seen before. I sit up and trace the outline of it before his hands wrap under my legs pulling me closer. I laugh against his lips as he slides my shirt above my head.

The next morning I wake up in a cold bed hearing Kylie's voice in the kitchen. I cover my body with my sheet as I pull my legs into my chest. I reach for my phone and see a note written in his sloppy hand writing.

It was nice catching up - Dylan

I feel like I'm going to be sick. I fell for it. I fell for his stupid, "I want to hear about you" routine. Kylie knocks on my door and I try to tell her not to come in but she's already bringing in a cup of coffee. She turns around as I throw on clothes as she starts scolding me.

"Why would you sleep with him?" she asks, "He has never treated you with the respect you deserved. He's an asshole. Please tell me you wrapped it before you tapped it?" she asks as I sit back down on my bed. She turns around and see the look on my face. She immediately puts the coffee on the nightstand and sits down next to me, "I'm sorry, Essy," She whispers as I drop my head on her shoulder, her arm wrapping around me with the blanket.

"How was your date with Harry?" I ask wanting to change the subject.

"He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes," She says as she happily laughs.

"At least one of us will have a successful love life this year," I joke as she rubs my shoulder, "Harry's a great guy. I'm happy for you guys," I tell her as she tries to supress the smile on her face.