A Working Progress- Gracie Abrams

Collaboration

Tw- possible SA

Y/N POV-

You had been working overtime lately, exhausted from touring and countless events, such as interviews. Today had been a hectic time for you, and your body required desperate rest.

You fiddled with your keys, trying to open the door to your apartment where you and your boyfriend were staying for his filming as he was a big actor. As you opened the door, you were hit with an overwhelming aroma of burning food. You quickly rushed to the kitchen, dropping your belongings, only to find your boyfriend running around like a manic, making a mess of the kitchen.

"Nick oh god! What have you done?" You turn off the stove, realizing somehow he had burnt a pot of pasta.

"I was trying to surprise you... it didn't exactly go as planned, did it?" He smiled, pulling you in by the waist, close to his body.

You swung your hands over his neck, standing on your tippy toes to press a kiss against his lips before suddenly pushing away from him and playfully hitting his chest.

"You're cleaning this up! I'm too tired for any more work" You complained with a smirk before strutting down the hall to collect your belongings.

"All alright, fair enough. Go lay down and I'll call for takeout instead," Nick whined before beginning to dial a number and order Chinese takeout.

You pulled out the hair tie from your hair, letting it naturally fall, feeling relieved by the feeling. Soon you got unchanged only to throw on loose clothes, to feel more relaxed. You reentered the room and very quickly you collapsed onto the sofa with a huff.

"Very busy day hmm?" Nick glanced over the counter as he wiped up the last bit of spilled sauce.

"Yeah..." You closed your eyes and ran your hand through your hair, trying to relax.

"Tell me why you're so tired. What happened today, my love?" He threw the towel into the sink and began walking towards you.

"God, I had to have a meeting with my manager in the morning and he was suggesting a new collaboration with a 'not so well known artist' because he thinks it'll be good for my publicity and then I had to do an interview and then I had to go check out some new outfit suggestions for the Grammys. Mind you, I also have to keep coming up with new songs for my new album coming up." You sat up a little as Nicholas lifted your legs on top of his own as he sat next to you.

He rubbed your calves a little, in a soothing matter before speaking.

"Sounds like you're stressed..." He spoke, looking at you with admiration.

You hummed in agreement, too tired to even respond.

"You know what helps with stress, Y/n..." he began moving his fingers upwards, dragging them across your bare skin.

"No- Nick I don't feel up to it tonight," You exclaimed, opening your eyes, and moving your legs off him.

"Why not? Come on, it'll help you baby... and you know we haven't done it in a week since you've been on your period," He moves over to you, brushing a hair behind your ear and sliding a hand to rest on your inner thigh.

"Nick stop. I'm not in the mood" You removed his hand from your thigh.

"Y/n, can you just trust me? I know it's-" Nick was abruptly cut off by the sound of a knock at the door.

You sighed, feeling like you had been saved by the bell. You jumped up quickly and walked over to the door, glancing through the peephole, and finding the delivery driver holding your food. You opened the door and paid the driver before thanking him.