After suffering heartbreak after heartbreak, Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye is spiraling into a deep depression that is slowly consuming his life. To distract himself he turns to social media and immerses himself in his fans in hopes to forget about his...
Myliah: Abel came and got me from my hotel the next day so that I could come back to Los Angeles with him.
The ride from Coachella to his house was almost two hours long and I tried to get Abel talking but for most of the ride he was just engulfed in whatever was on his phone.
We finally pulled up to a gate and Abel leaned out his window to put the code in and make the gates open. He drive up a long windy drive way until we got to the house at the end.
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"Wow..." I said as I stepped out of the car. "This place is huge."
"Wait til you see the rest."
He reached for my hand and I let him take it as he lead me toward the front door. He used a key from his pocket to unlock the door and I gasped as we stepped inside.
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"It's so pretty in here."
He laughed. "You want a little tour?"
"Of course."
He started to lead me past the staircase but stopped when he heard his phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket and rolled his eyes.
"I gotta take this call, I'll be right back."
"Um, okay."
He jogged up the stairs, leaving me in the middle of the foyer.
I walked into the living room and smiled when I saw a grand piano in the corner of the room. I went over to it and sat on the bench as I tried to think of a song I knew how to play.
"Ooh, True Colors!"
I started to play and made it to the middle of the song before I messed up.
"That was really good."
I turned around and saw Abel leaned against the wall.
"Ooh, thank you."
"How long have you been playing piano?"
"A little over two years."
He nodded as he walked closer to me. "Let me show you something."
I scooted over so he could sit next to me on the bench but instead he stood behind me and put his arms around me so that his arms and hands rested on mine.
