in the night | the weeknd

sixteen

Jasmine

I lay in Abel's arms, my head resting against his bare chest as I smoke a blunt. We're both naked from our little sex session in the shower and my hair's still wet.

"Aren't you tired?" Abel wants to know, stroking my arms softly.

"Nope," I say. I know that I won't be able to sleep at all tonight. Fuck, I don't even know if I'll be able to sleep at all. I'll just keep remembering about what happened with Jamal tonight.

"Do you remember the day we first met?" Abel asks softly into my hair.

I smile, remembering. "Mm hmm," I murmur before sitting up and smiling at him. "We bumped into each other in the hallway." Cliche, I know, but that's how we met. "And then you were such an ass to me, blaming me for it when you were the one that wasn't looking where you were going." I poke his cheek.

Abel chuckles. "Well, it was your fault!" he exclaims and I just roll my eyes playfully, continuing to smoke the blunt.

The covers fall away from my naked body to reveal my  breasts and Abel bites his lip, his eyes falling onto them. "I always thought you were beautiful," he murmurs, tracing a finger over my breasts.

I shiver at the touch and climb onto Abel's lap, looking down at him. He licks his lips, staring up at me. I take a long draw from the blunt before leaning down to kiss him.

The smoke passes through to Abel's mouth and when he pulls away, he blows it out. He grins at me and I giggle.

"I'm hungry," I comment.

"Come on, I'll make you something to eat," he says.

"You don't know how to cook," I point out and he chuckles. I climb off his lap and wrap the covers around me, getting out of the bed. Abel just pulls on his boxers and I follow him to the kitchen.

I sit on the island counter and watch as he walks over to the fridge and pulls out a frozen pizza from the freezer section.

Abel switches the oven on and sticks the pizza in.

"So you know how to work an oven, but don't know how to cook?" I ask, arching an eyebrow.

Abel smiles and walks towards me. He places a kiss on the tip of my nose. "Maybe I should learn now that I have you," he says.

I nod. "Maybe you should," I say. "I'll teach you."

Abel nods and pecks my lips. He walks over to the piano and sits down, starting to play. My mouth hangs open when he starts to sing.

All alone she was living
In a world without an end or beginning
Baby girl was living life for the feeling
But I don't mind, I don't mind
And all the wrongs she committed
She was numb and she was so co-dependent
She was young and all she had was the city
But I don't mind, I don't mind

I jump off the island counter and walk towards him slowly, listening to him sing. His voice is so beautiful and gentle, like a fucking angel.

How did I not know he had a voice like that?

Because you disappeared, I think bitterly to myself.

I wrap my arms around Abel's neck and rest my chin on his shoulder. He doesn't even flinch or react when I do - he just continues to sing, while I watch his fingers move smoothly over the keys.

And I know that she's capable of anything, it's riveting
But when you wake up she's always gone, gone, gone

In the night she hears him calling
In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain
She'll never walk away
In the night when she comes crawling
Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face
She'll never walk away

When the song comes to an end, Abel turns to look at me, tears in his eyes. "Did you like it?" he asks, pulling me onto his lap.

"Yeah," I whisper. "Your voice is so beautiful, Abel. Why haven't you started a career in music?"

Abel brushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. "I've thought about it," he says. "But I've never been able to get into it fully."

I frown. "Why not?" I question, playing with his fluffy hair.

"Because of you," Abel answers and I immediately feel bad. "When you went missing, i thought about you every single day."

I press my lips against Abel's, feeling his tears against my cheeks. "I'm so sorry," I whisper, feeling the tears starting to run down my face.

Abel looks up at me and wipes my tears away. "It's okay," he tells me. "As long as I have you now."

I smile and lean my forehead against his, stroking his tear-stained cheeks. "Did you write that song?" I ask.

Abel nods, searching my face. "It's about you," he tells me. "I wrote it after you told me about Jamal. I hope you don't mind . . ." He trails off.

I shake my head. "It's fine," I say, pecking his lips. "I like the song."
Abel grins, revealing his white teeth. "You know, now that I'm here with you, you should try and launch your music career. The world deserves to hear that beautiful fucking voice of yours."

Abel chuckles and nuzzles into my neck. "But I'd rather spend all my time with you," he tells me, as he leaves a trail of kisses on my neck. "We'll see."

I nod and kiss him again, biting down gently on his lip. Abel smiles against my lips, causing me to smile too.

I pull away and look at him, raising my eyebrows. "Can I hear something else?" I ask.

Abel nods and I jump off his lap, allowing him to turn around and play the piano again.

I snake my arms around his body from behind and kiss his neck and shoulder as he begins to play.