𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫. 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮

"𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖,

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑰𝒕."

Present Day

Lori POV

I have been going to Jordyn's apartment more.

She called me last week and wanted to apologize. I went over to her apartment and she had a whole romantic evening planned. There were rose petals on the floor and light jazz serenading the whole penthouse.

Jordyn had put a lot of effort into it, and it showed. She gifted me flowers, chocolate, and some books I had mentioned to her that I wanted.

She wrote this whole drawn out apology that was very considerate. She looked like she really cared.

But for some odd reason though, her apology didn't make me feel emotional.

She looked very sincere and honest, and everything was going great. The candles lit in the background made the whole experience so much better.

Until she asked me to be her girlfriend.

She had tears in her eyes, and looked down at me with what looked like love in her eyes. But what I felt wasn't love.

Instead of walking out right then and there, I plastered a smile on my face and said yes.

Maybe if we get to know each other better I will begin to love her like she loves me. Right?

The next day I woke up in her bed. I was clothed, thank God, but I told her I needed to go home.

Before I left she handed me the same flyer Paige had given me a few days ago.

"I wanna see my girl up there singing tomorrow." She had told me, kissing me.

I forced a smile, and fled her apartment.

Once I got out of her apartment building, I called for a taxi.

I opened the yellow car door and told the man my apartment building and rested my head against the window. I watched the tourists take pictures of Manhattan, and I suddenly felt ill.

I wiped my mouth, where Jordyn had kissed, and leaned my head back against the car head rest.

'My girl' I repeated in my head. It didn't feel right.

I've only been someone's girl once, and it didn't end well. Maybe Jordyn will be different?

Paige POV

Lori had messaged me on Instagram and invited me to watch her sing tomorrow.

After the night we danced in her living room, we had a heartfelt conversation.

(Flashback)

Lori pulled back from my hold, fixing her hair and clearing her throat. I almost instantly felt cold.

"Uhm-" she looked down, playing with her rings, "it's late..."

She looked towards her front door. I felt my face falter, but I wasn't going to loose my sanity in front of her... again.

"Lori..." I pause, bracing myself, "I want- no need to tell you something."  She looks up at me with her obnoxiously beautiful eyes.

"Yeah?" Her voice is soft and welcoming, it sounds as if I hadn't broken her heart. I grimace remembering what I had done.