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PAIGES POV I look in the mirror to see the final look. I'm absolutely in love with this outfit and the way it turned out. White isn't hard to mess up but I was afraid that something would go wrong and luckily, it didn't.
I take a deep breath.
Y/n and I haven't had time to see each other in a hot second. I've been building up the courage to go to her room since I've gotten here, but it seems impossible.
What if she hates my guts? It's not our fault that our schedules are completely different from one another. I think the time we've had apart will semi prove that we can stick together through anything...if she doesn't hate me.
But no, if she hates me then she wouldn't be texting me...right?
Okay I need to calm down and just go to her room and say hi. That's all I need to do, is say hi. Regardless, we're gonna see each other tonight. Maybe this is the perfect timing to sneak in a quick one on one time before the draft begins.
Okay you know what, I'm just gonna go. The more I contemplate, the less time I'll have with her.
I gather my stuff and throw it in this random purse they gave me, it's cute. I walk to the dressing room door, anxiousness hitting me. Why am I freaking out? She's the one person I feel completely comfortable and safe with.
I leave my dressing room and head straight to hers.
Here's the thing, there's a 50/50 chance that she'll shoot me or make out with me and according to my heart rate, getting shot at wouldn't be the worse.
Oh shit, what do I say to her when I see her? Hi? How are you? No I can't, that's too acquaintance level type shit.
It'll be fine, I'm just very melodramatic, it's ridiculous.
Before I know it, I'm in front of her dressing room door. I take a deep breath.
Fuck I can't do it.
No yes, I can. It's not even that big of a deal. Yes it is, she probably thinks I've been ditching her for weeks. No, if she didn't like me, she had every chance to end it.
Fuck it.
I knock on the door.
I feel my heart pounding due to anxiety.
The door opens and I see Y/n. She's decked out in make up, hair, and her outfit. She's beautiful just the way she was before. If not, probably more.
I breath out "Breathtaking, as always" I tell her. She's absolutely mesmerizing and I refuse to take my eyes off her. Her beauty outshines everyone else and I forever stand by that.
"Hi, P" Y/n gives me a smile.
My heart melts, the safe and comfort feeling eases into my body and I already feel relaxed. This is exactly how life should be.
