My Love For You (A Hakeem Lyon Love Story)

Ring

Hakeems POV

For the past few weeks, Angel and I have been good. We haven't been arguing at all lately, But, for the past few weeks, Angel's been hell of busy working on her album. I respect that she's a hard worker, But, She's needs to relax. Like, She's been staying after work, and leaving Empire exhausted. Something's got to give here. I walk into the studio seeing Bree, mom, And Angel.

Bree: Hey daddy *smiles*

Me: Hey baby *smiles and kisses her head*

 Cookie: Hey Keem everything alright?

I nod

Me: Yeah, I just need to talk to Angel when she's done

Cookie: I don't know what the sh*t is y'all got going on, but, I'm just going to stay the hell out you twos business

I shrug as I sit Bree in my lap as take a seat in the chair looking at Angel, As she prepares to sing.

Cookie: Ok Angel you ready?

Angel: Yeah

Angels POV

I look through the glass at Hakeem and I can tell that he's a little bit bothered, Because I've been busy for weeks. Mom starts the music as I start.

(Intro)

Ooh, ooh

Ring, ring, ring, ring

(Chorus)

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh

You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring

I can't keep this on the low

I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

(Verse 1)

Should I call first? I can't decide

I want to, but a b**ch got pride

The switchin' up sh*t is what I can't f**k with

I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with

And you ain't hit me up in a while

Actin' like you don't know what number to dial

You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel

'Cause a nigga only goin' through what you allow

You don't want this gun smoke

Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke

I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass

But I still wake up to missed calls from your ass, ni**a

(Chorus)

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh

You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring

I can't keep this on the low

I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

(Verse 2)

Nah, nigga now you gon' have to call me (call me)

'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they all me (yeah)

Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me

Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot nigga, coffee

You gon' be sick to your, stomach

Hit me when you free, 1-800

It's emergency, call me 911

'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone

The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (brrr)

You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (yeah)

Was a good girl, watched me turn diva

Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (oh)

(Chorus)

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh

You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring

I can't keep this on the low

I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

(Verse 3)
You used to be on my line

On my tick all the time, yeah

Love it when you make me feel

Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you

You know it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed

I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead

Now you all caught up, yeah

You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah

You was all fed up

Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own

Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby

All I know is

*End of song*

I look at my mom and she's giving me the look. I already know the look. I walk out of the booth as Cookie stands.

Cookie: Ok well you two need to talk this crap out whatever it is

Cookie picks up Bree and walks out. I turn and look at Hakeem.

Me: You ok baby?

Hakeem: I would be If you wouldn't be coming home so late bae

I groan and walk over to the couch taking a seat, as Hakeem sits on the arm rest looking at me.

Hakeem: Look Ang I understand, you're trying to complete your album, but why don't you relax

Me: Keem I really have to finish this project

Hakeem: *smiles* You have time to complete it, why don't you come watch me perform

I sigh and kiss Hakeem on the cheek as he holds my hand

Me: I wish I could babe, But dad has me swamped with work

Hakeem: Just take a break and come out tonight... at least try

I nod as I smile at Hakeem

Me:  *smiles* Ok baby

Hakeem smiles back and kisses me.

Hakeem: I love you

Me: I love you too

Hakeem gets up 

Hakeem: Again at least try Ang

Me: Okay Keem

Hakeem kisses the top of my head and leaves. I sigh returning to my work, Hopefully none of this should take long. Right?

What will happen next?

Will Angel go to Hakeems Performance?

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