You heard three knocks at the front door. Throwing back your blanket in frustration you looked at the alarm clock on the side of your bed.
3:15 it read. "Who the hell could it be ?" you thought to yourself. Making your way down the hall and to the front door. You looked out the peephole of your apartment. It was Ray. You unlocked the door and there he stood-- his face blank and eyelashes wet like he'd been crying. Dressed in his 2wice couture black and white tee and a pair of grey sweats. He looked disheveled , not like the cool collected character he was.
"Sorry I woke you up" A faint smirk appeared on his lips. You tightened the belt on your robe.
"It's fine. Are you alright ?" You asked a little concerned , rubbing your eyes.
"I could be better" He said flatly.
"Its 3 in the morning Ray".
He tucked in his bottom lip, "I'm aware. I just didn't know who else to call."
Ray coming unannounced to your apartment this early was strange, something had to be up. It was obvious and although he looked remorseful and tired. He still managed to look as handsome as usual.
"Come on in" You said stepping aside.
He stepped in .
"What's going on Ray ? What're you doing here so late ?" You asked.
"I wanted to see you."
"Why ?" You asked puzzled.
"I don't know . . . I just needed to."
"At 3 am in the morning ?"
His right brow went up in annoyance but he stayed silent. You were about to speak again, when Ray spoke.
"I just needed someone to talk to Y/N. I aint been feeling too normal lately. Fans telling me I've changed, that I've become cocky and inconsiderate. But I haven't I'm still Ray Ray, I wish the fans didn't perceive me the way they did. They have no idea what goes on in my personal life."
"I wouldn't say you "changed" but you have matured. If the fans don't understand that , then they aren't true fans Ray. You cant keep letting that stuff get to you because they will push and prod and criticize you until you finally break."
He looked at you pointedly. "You're right Y/N. But without the fans.. there is no "Mindless Behavior". I need them to understand me and what I'm going through."
"Understanding you , and respecting your personal life is two different things Ray. You still deserve your privacy".
"That's why I came to you Y/N. You're the only one who understands me - besides the boys. I know we haven't been the closest since this whole "fame" thing. But I really needed to talk to someone who really knows me. Understands who I was before MB". He said with a look of mourn on his face.
You stared down at your feet, wondering if your next move was right.
"Come on, then." He raised his eyebrows with concern. But followed you to your bedroom. You slipped into the bed folding the covers back.
"Get in. I wont bite, you know that" You said smiling .
He sat on the edge of the bed, kicking of his boots and pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the chair. Ray laid down, and pulled you tightly into his arms so that you were spooning. Your back was against his chest and your ass planted securely against his "man hood". He put his arm around your waist, and slipped the other up your nightshirt and placed it on your stomach. He was harder than a rock you noted. He hugged you gently and kissed your temple.
"Thank you for understanding."
"Always" You smiled. Knowing how you actually felt about Ray smoothed the tension about him being in your bed right now. Felling him so close to you made you secure. It was hard for Ray to trust anyone, let alone a girl and you were lucky enough to be one of the very people he trusted.
