Your Love is My Drug

One.

Abel looked around the party.
He gazed down at his blue syrup, shaking his cup.
He sucked his teeth, pissed, and walked over to the security guards at the front door.
"Dice, Gambo."
The big men turned and looked down at Abel.
"Yes Mr. Tesfaye?"
"Did a skinny, light skin girl come in here? Dark hair, usually wears a white dress."
"A lot of light skin girls wearing white came in here."
Abel rolled his eyes, "This one was insanely beautiful."
Gambo and Dice laughed. "Abel finally fell in love! Aw."
"Fuck you both." Abel said bluntly walking away. They knew damn well which girl he was talking about, they just were fucking around with him.
What other girl was there? He was talking about the girl he spent all his time with, the girl he got high with, the girl he talked with for hours and hours after sex about.. life.
"Here." He handed a random person his cup.
He pushed past people heading over to the VIP section. "Yo Lamar, I'ma take off."
He suddenly wasn't feeling this party anymore.
"What? Why?"
"I just don't feel like partying anymore. Why there gotta be a reason??"
Lamar tilted his head back, a knowing look on his face.
He obviously didn't want to be here because the girl he basically threw them for decided not to show.
Abel avoided eye contact and stared into the crowd of people dancing on the lit up floor.
"Abel..." Lamar started.
"What??" Abel snapped. Once he saw how foul he was being, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Look, I just came to tell you I was leaving. You're in charge. Just make sure everybody's outta here in two hours 'cause that's when we lose this place."

He felt like he wasted his money in renting the club and the girl he wanted there didn't show. He barely knew her, and yet his heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.
He ignored it, because Abel Tesfaye... The Weeknd wasn't one to let his emotions show.

Lamar nodded, "Sure what ever, man."
They dapped each other and Abel was out.

"You like that, don't you daddy?" Bella said as she grinded against Abel.
Honestly, it's getting old. All there was in this relationship was sex.
And fame.
Yeah that's right. They were only with each other for the fame, and Bella knew it.
There used to be more to it, before Bella realized her follower count on Twitter had sky rocketed.
He simply nodded, and she purred and kissed his lips.
Everyone glanced at them and continued their own activities.
It was just so like Bella and Abel to be all up on each other.
No PDA just wasn't in their dictionary.
"I'm gonna go talk to my girls."
She climbed off of him, after pecking his lips.
Abel sighed and picked up his blunt.
His eyes gazed over the crowd and stopped as he saw a beautiful girl dancing.. no gyrating in the crowd.
She was so alluring, like an illusion almost not real.
Abel blinked and she was still there.
So he wasn't delusional. Good.
Well actually he was, but not about if she was real or not.
He got up outta his seat and stood at the top of the stairs staring at her.
Nonchalantly of course, he didn't wanna seem like a creep.
He caught a glimpse of Bella sucking the face off some guy.
He rolled his eyes, wishing he cared.
He smoked his blunt pretending to stare at the dj, but he ever so often glanced at her.
Many guys started dancing on her but she didn't notice.
And then she looked up.
He froze, wanting to look away, but couldn't.
"Yo Abel, we out." Lamar said, his coat and hat on, along with Hawk behind him.
Abel nodded and dapped them both, but by the time he looked back she was gone.
He felt a shiver up his spine. What the hell?
Maybe she was just an illusion.
There's no way a girl could be that majestical.
He felt a tap on his shoulder, and flinched turning around.
Settling his cool gaze on her, she was even more beautiful up close.
Her tight silky white tank top clung to her torso.
She had smallish medium sized breasts but they were lovely.
Her curves were unreal, a tight skirt to match.
Her ass, he dared not to look at.
Her face was another story.
Beautiful could not nearly define her.
She was vibrant too, how she dressed proved she didn't care what anyone thought.
"Can I have some of that?" She asked pointing to the blunt.
Abel looked at the blunt and passed it to her.
She smiled after taking a long drag. "I needed that."
Abel smiled back, which is something he scarcely did.
But she had this way of manipulating him.
"I have a lot more. Marijuana, weed, molly."
"Really?" She asked. "Take me to it."

Abel grabbed her hand leading her to the suite rooms.