Unexpected Love

11

<<TIME SKIP TO 2 WEEKS>>

Vic's POV:

"Ari girl you need to get out of bed" I shout knocking on her bedroom door. 

She doesn't answer all I hear is her groaning. 

"Ari get your ass up forreal! You can't just stay in your bed forever." I stress. 

I continued knocking, my concern growing with each passing moment. "Ari, open the door. We need to talk about this," I urged, my voice softer now, laced with worry. Still, there was no response from the other side of the door.

Taking a deep breath, I tried a different approach. "Listen, Ari, I know things are tough right now, but shutting yourself in your room isn't going to make it better," I said, my tone gentle yet firm. "Please, let me in. We'll figure this out together."

Footsteps drew closer to the door, and I heard the reassuring sound of the knob turning, indicating that Ari was finally opening the door.

As the door creaked open, I could see Ari's disheveled appearance, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked utterly defeated, and it broke my heart to see her like this. Without a word, I stepped forward and wrapped her in a tight embrace, holding her close as she buried her face in my chest.

"Have you two talked since the argument?" "No," she admitted with a heavy sigh. "He's tried calling, texting, even showed up at the house, but I haven't responded to anything."

"You should give him a chance Ari. And think about it, if the situation were reversed and you had to go back to London for 6 months, how do you think that would make him feel?" 

"That's true," Ari admitted, her expression softening. "I guess I didn't really consider how he might feel about it. But it's just hard, you know? I feel like he's choosing his career over our relationship."

"It's understandable that you feel that way, Ari," Vic replied sympathetically. "But sometimes we have to make tough choices for our careers. That doesn't mean he cares any less about you. Maybe it's worth giving him a chance to explain his side of the story."Ari nodded slowly, her thoughts swirling with conflicting emotions. "Yeah, you're right. I'll try to talk to him," she conceded, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Come on, let's go grab some coffee and take a walk. You've been cooped up for too long, girl," I suggested, offering a gentle smile.

Ari hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay, yeah, maybe that's a good idea," she said softly, her voice tinged with resignation. As we headed out, I could sense her inner turmoil, but I hoped that a change of scenery would help lift her spirits.

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Ari's POV:

As we pulled up to the coffee shop, my heart sank at the sight of the paparazzi swarming around us. Their intrusive questions and flashing cameras only intensified my anxiety, making me feel like I was suffocating under the weight of their scrutiny. Each probing question about my relationship with y/n felt like a dagger to my heart, stirring up a whirlwind of sadness and uncertainty within me. Then, unexpectedly, I caught sight of y/n amidst the chaos. Shock surged through me, momentarily overpowering my anxiety. Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, everything else faded away. But as quickly as the shock had come, it was replaced by a flood of conflicting emotions—sadness, anxiety, and a gnawing sense of dread about what our encounter might entail.

Turning to Vic, I whispered urgently, "It's y/n. He's here." My voice trembled with a mixture of surprise and distress, my eyes darting back to where y/n stood amidst the paparazzi. "What do I do, Vic?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me.