Celebrity Imagines

Be Careful Pt.5 Finale

I know you're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing sending you a damn letter when we have phones that text and call. However, what I am about to tell you would sound too impersonal through a machine. Bear with me, love.

I know that in a few days I am supposed to make a very important decision between you and another man. Which, you're probably waiting patiently. I write this to tell you that I've decided to choose neither of you. Instead, I will be going my own way. To work on myself and my career.

A few weeks ago I was offered a life-changing opportunity with the world's biggest fashion and modeling agency. I was hesitant to take it, but it'll be huge for me and it's my dream. I've worked very hard to get where I am and I couldn't turn this opportunity down. The only stipulation is that because I've decided to take this contract, I have to fly out to Rome before the weekend. Therefore, it's given me more of a reason to be on my own. Plus, I couldn't dare make one of you uproot your entire life in America to follow me to wherever this agency drags me.

I love you with all my heart. Truly, I do. I thank you for all the love you've given me. I hope we can still be friends as you promised. I don't know when's the next time I'll see you, but you're always welcome to visit me in Europe. Who knows, maybe we'll find love in other places...

Addio, Bello

~Y/N

Y/N's P.O.V

"Here you go, ma'am! Your gate is G22 and your flight will take off in about 40 minutes." the woman smiled. Her lips lined perfectly in red lipstick.

I smiled, "Thank you so much," I grabbed my boarding pass and passport back and dragged my carry-on with me to the escalator that leads to the flight gates.

The airport was filled with people moving around, talking on cell phones and rushing to their gates, suit jackets flapping behind them. With the commotion happening around me, I needed to drown out the chaos with some music. Placing my beats over my ears and putting on my favorite playlist on, I fell into my own little happy place. Although my heart was singing a different tune.

I can't help but feel sad. How could I just up and leave the place I've called home? How dare I say goodbye to Mike and Trey with only a letter signed off with a sorry ass invite to Europe? After all the shit I've been through with the two of them...?

It's a move I wish I didn't have to make, but it's what's best. Talking to them face to face would just fuck with my head and my heart. I needed to get my point across with no distractions and quickly. So, I snuck out the house the night everything clicked and placed a handwritten letter in both their mailboxes.

I haven't heard a word from either of them since. Not a text. Not a call. An email. Nor a letter. I don't know what I was thinking believing that I could have my cake and eat it too.

Absentmindedly, I had walked all the way to my gate and made it just ten minutes before boarding time. I kept my headphones on trying not to mistakenly make eye contact with an old person who would drag me into a conversation I damn sure wanted no parts of.

"First class tickets to Rome ready to board!" the flight personnel spoke into the intercom. I lazily pulled myself out of my seat and got in line. Heavy hearted.

"Welcome aboard," the pilot smiled as I waddled with my carryon to my seat on the plane, placed my carry-on in the overhead bin, and flopped down in my seat, my music still bumping loud as hell in my headphones. This time, a song I didn't realize I had put on there beginning to play. [Play song here ;)]