Try me- Josh Hutcherson

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IRL

Josh backed into a parking space back at Mandela Studios. The date had been amazing, and it felt like we'd gotten so close to each other over just and afternoon. I sat absentmindedly fiddling with my ring, wanting this moment to last forever.
" hey Nessa" Josh half whispered, his body turned to me in his seat. I looked up and mirrored his position.
" hey Josh" I replied, a soft smile on my face.
" I want to see more of you Nessa. When can we hang out again?" He smiled, looking deep into my eyes, trying to read my mind.
"Well I've got a lot of interviews coming up, seems a lot of people have taken a liking to me, so my schedules pretty busy, but I'm sure I can free up some time for you. At least we've got Friday in the calendar." I explained, reaching my hand across the control centre and delicately intertwining my fingers with Josh's. He stroked his thumb across my hand.
" I'll be counting the minutes" he chuckled jokingly. I laughed at his ridiculousness and picked up my things, saying a last thank you and goodbye to Josh. As I went to shut the door, Josh started-
" hey Nessa, please take care of yourself, and don't focus too much on those dicks. you're too hot to cry" he lectured me, I laughed at his compliment, shutting the door.
He watched me walk in, making  sure I was safe, then left the car park, unable to stop smiling after the day he had with such an amazing girl.

I jogged up the stairs, unable to get Josh's comment out my head. Too hot to cry. My next song.
I started jogging up the stairs a little faster, eager to get down the lyrics racing through my head.
As I reached the door I lunged forward and swung it open, almost tripping over myself.
" Teresa! Get out a pen and paper- how fast can you write?"
She laughed and grabbed a notebook and pen
" someone's cheered up" Rob laughed, and I began vomiting lyrics, pacing backwards and forwards across the studio.

A few hours later, and I had the perfect lyrics out for this song. I took a deep breath and exhaled, allowing my mind to slow down after a hectic day, throwing myself onto the couch. Buzz buzz. My phone went off next to me. I hoped it was Josh texting me, and quickly picked it up, reading the contact name. Except the contact name didn't read 'FAVOURITE 😛💋'. It read '🪦Jacob Elordi🪦' I sighed and opened the message. Jacob was my most recent and longest relationship, and he still maintains that he's the reason I'm famous. After he started forcing sex when I didn't want to, and becoming more aggressive, I reluctantly cut him off with the persuasion of Madison and Madeline, then spent a month at home, only leaving the house to run every now and then. I wrote a new song pretty much every day, but never recorded them. Now he's texting me, on one of the best days I've had in ages, just to remind me of the pain he put me through, and the nickname he used to call me so lovingly

Messages

🪦Jacob Elordi🪦
Hey Messy, we need to talk
I've missed you baby
Can we talk please?

Me
Jacob I don't wanna talk to you
What makes you think you deserve my
energy after everything you put
me through?

🪦Jacob Elordi🪦
Baby I know I hurt you but
I've changed
I'll be better for you
I need you
I love you

Me
Meet me at our spot on the bridge
at 11:00
I don't want paparazzi seeing us

🪦Jacob Elordi🪦
Thank you baby I promise I'll
make it up to you

Me
We'll see about that
And P.S: I'm not your baby

I threw my phone down and huffed. I felt regret for letting him push me around so easily. I worried about what he might say to me, and if I'd be able to leave him twice. I still had so much love for him, all I could remember from one relationship was the love and good times, after suppressing everything I didn't want to think about. So, just like that, I pushed down all my thoughts and feelings, and went into the recording studio to record my new song, hoping I could escape from my world, even if it was only for 3 minutes and 8 seconds.