This is a whole collection of mini series and oneshots centered around Drake and Nicki Minaj
Cover Credit: blvckpxwer.tumblr.com / grahamaraj.tumblr.com
Thank you to my beautiful Kiara (fyesdrizzy), be sure to check out her blog because she's amazing and I wouldn't have gotten this first part done without her genius.
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"Onika c'mon... it's time to go, are you ready?" I heard a tired voice ask and I turned to the doorway, seeing Noah in his suit and bow tie, with half a smile on his face. He looked tired and weak but still tried to appear happy and proud. He outstretched his hand to me. "You know he'd tell me to drag you out of here if that is what it would have to come to." he said trying to make a joke and let out a dry empty chuckle. A broken smile played on his face and saddened chuckled followed his empty words. "But he'd also say that if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
I gave him a small smile and opened my mouth to speak but my lip quivered and I had to take a breath. I shook my head with a closed smile.
"Just give me another couple minutes," I asked and he nodded before walking out the room, shutting the door behind himself. I got up from the vanity and sat down on the cotton sheets before kicking off my shoes. I cuddled up into the center and grabbed the pillow he always used to lay his head on. I wrapped my arms around it and pulled my knees up into the fetal position.
I could still smell him on them. Its been almost a year but it feels like he was just there last night.
I felt him hold me.
I felt him kiss me.
I feel his love all around. I know he was here and I bet you he's still here somewhere, lurking around, to make sure I go through with this but I don't know if I can. Why I believe this notion is beyond me but it helps me sleep at night so I entertain my delusions of his presence.
But still, I can feel his warmth on the sheets, as I run my hand over the cotton linen. I still remember the first night I spent in this bed with him.
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The thunder crashed loudly and the heavy fall of the rain sounded like the house was being bombed. I wouldn't dare close my eyes, I couldn't. Not with all those evil memories of nights just like this. Nights of fear, nights of pain, nights of betrayal by the very people who claimed they loved me. I couldn't sleep at home but why I thought coming here for the night would do me any good is beyond me. At least I knew deep down nothing was going to hurt me.
The only reason why he even let me stay over because he knew I didn't like storms but I still slept one room down to keep the line of friendship uncrossed. We can't go past that, he could make me the happiest woman alive, he already does, but I can't run the risk of losing that. I can't risk losing him. He's everything to me and I need to protect him from the mess that is my love life. Nothing ever works out, its all temporary and I rather keep him forever as a friend then have a moment with him as a lover and lose it all. I told him this and he was upset that I had already predicted our demise before we even had a chance to begin but he understood. That's the one thing he always does that no one else can. Understand. He's patient and loving, he's protective and giving and what do I do for him in return, break his heart by saying we could never be no matter how much we want the other.
