Crash; {Kyrie Irving}

Media Stories;

Next Morning....

Paris

I woke up to my phone vibrating on my nightstand. I groaned and reached out to see that Shaniya was calling me. I rolled my eyes and answered.
"Why are you calling me so early?"

"First off, it's 12'o clock. Second, have you seen the news?"

"What news?"

"You haven't been on the Shade Room? None of that?"

"Shaniya I just woke up. What's up?"

"Alright cranky. Kyrie was with Kehlani in the club last night and they were a little to close for comfort."

I sighed, feeling a headache coming on before I even got out of bed.
"Alright. I...I'll call you later."

I hung up and went to Instagram, and instantly the pictures popped up. It was kind of fuzzy but you could tell it was Kyrie and her together. I was confused but I definitely didn't jump to conclusions because I knew how the media stirs things. I decided to call Kyrie.
No answer.
I rolled my eyes and screenshotted the pictures and sent them to him. I stood up and stretched, actually starting to get ready for my day.
I showered, changed, and as I walked downstairs with my phone in hand, my phone buzzed. I looked down to see that I got a text from Malik.
Malik🙄: Congratulations to us on finishing the reports

~Congrats to us🍾

Malik🙄: Let's go out to lunch. My treat🤗

~Sure. I never turn down free food🤷🏻‍♀️

I threw on a simple outfit, an oversized black t-shirt that I wore as a dress and I put on some sandals. I tied my hair up in a curly bun and before I could put on any makeup, I heard my doorbell ring. I sighed and just opted not to put on makeup. I walked downstairs and answered the door causing Malik's smile to widen.
"You look amazing."

"Thanks." I smiled. "Let's go. I'm hungry."

Kyrie

Mistake.
A terrible mistake.
That's all I can use to describe what happened last night.

I woke up in bed next to a sleeping half naked Kehlani. I groaned and held my head as I felt the hangover headache hitting me. I tried not to wake her up but my movements were to much for her, as she was a light sleeper.
Last night was a regret. Nothing more than a drunken mistake. One shot turned into drinking whole Tequila bottles. She kept feeding me drinks and things quickly got out of hand. We came back to my hotel room, and she started getting emotional and things just got blurry after that.
I'm a piece of shit...
How could I do that to Paris...

"Good morning." She mumbled, smiling to me as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

I sighed and stood up, searching for any Advil or pain meds. As I looked around, I noticed her still biting her lip at me.
"What Kehlani?"

"Nothing...I just missed seeing you shirtless. I missed a lot of things between us." She smiled.

"You should get dressed and leave. I put your dress on the dresser." I said, ignoring her comment and putting on a pair of sweatpants, needing to get to practice soon.

"Maybe we can take a shower together." She smirked, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around me.

I brushed her off.
"No. Kehlani. Don't let last night get into your head. It was a mistake and I'm still very much in love with Paris. You're still nothing but an ex."