𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯

✰ 39 ✰

Joost rapped into the microphone, forming sound waves on Teun's open production program. As the older boy clicked away on his computer, linking the lines to form a new creation. They had been working on the Dutch artist's upcoming album which was set to release in February of the next year. So, after arriving home from Japan, the group was off to Berlin yet again.

It was nearing midnight, their work had been lasting hours. The blonde's drooping eyes moved to land on his girl, fast asleep on the studio couch. He stared in awe.

Something he had been keeping to himself, yet bothered him a lot, was their current condition. Only days after their engagement, Evie had stopped her usually bubbly and excited manners. She had become quiet and far less interested in communication.

Joost worried. His mind raced every time a word left his mouth toward her. Was his proposal wrong? Did she regret saying yes?

Instead of risking a nerve to talk, Joost watched as his relationship seemingly crumble in front of his eyes.

"Joost?"

He hummed: "Yeah? Sorry, I was thinking."

"Exactly, you've been doing that a lot lately. What is going on between you two?", Teun frowned, motioning between the pair.

"I don't know", he sighed,"Eves just seems so... absent? Since Japan, there is no real conversation between us. It feels like she doesn't want to get married, or anything for that matter."

"Well, have you talked to her about it?"

"No, I'm scared she'll lash out on me."

The producer snorted: "That's not her style, Joost. Do you love her?"

"Of course", he laughed lightly.

"Then talk to her, even if it takes more than one try. If something is wrong, you are the only person she needs. You are her fiancé, for gods sake."

Joost nodded slowly, letting the powerful sentences seep into his skin. Once again, his gaze falling upon the sleeping girl. He bit his lip anxiously.

"Look, I'm saying this as a friend of both you and Evie. You were made for each other, your mood depends on what tone she uses on you that day. She pouts the second you tell her about leaving her side. You simply don't function properly without one another."

"You're right", the blonde admitted,"I can't lose the love of my life."

°˖✧✿✧˖°

Like every other morning, Maeve woke up with a headache, her recent worries creeping up on her. Weakly, her body fell against the sheets of Teun's guest bedroom. The warmth of the room engulfed her in a satisfying embrace. She turned over with a quiet groan, facing her man.

He looked so peaceful, with his head resting on the pillow. His mouth agape slightly as soft snores escaped. Joost's usually shaped hair was messed up, but in a homely way. Evie loved it.

She adored him the most when he could be himself, off his internet persona and the many rules-filled shows. There was nothing she would put over her Joost looking like he had slept in too long, or had a day off to focus only on her.

Maeve's fingers reached up to run through the platinum blonde strands. It fascinated her, how his hair managed to stay soft and shiny, although the bleach had obviously damaged it.

She brushed the stray portions out of his face, as she traced her fingertips along his cheekbone. The delicate skin beneath her gentle touch made her feel fuzzy inside. No matter how long the Irish girl dated the man, she would never stop blushing over the simplest details.