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I'm currently waiting backstage for my queue during Work From Home. My eyes can't seem to leave Ally the entire time. She looks amazing in her black and gold costume and I couldn't help the smile on my face.

It falls soon after when I think about the talk we're to have. I'm afraid I'd hurt her, but I know I need to let this out. This relationship is to have no secret pockets.

Just as Lauren finishes up the chorus, a stage hand tells me to go. I prep myself briefly, being that this is my first time on a stage where the people don't sing my theme song.

I emerge from Ally's side as my verse starts. She looks at me with those beautiful dark eyes behind that dark makeup. She gives me this smile that I don't know how to feel about.

It was a mix of cute and sexy. A nigga can't function right now. My verse comes to a close and I boldly wrap my hands around the shorter woman's waist. She winks at me before pushing me away when the chorus starts back up.

I saunter offstage smoothly, feeling big. It's like all my nerves disappeared once I saw her. Then they all flood in once again. Fuck. I'm starting to dread this conversation, but it has to happen.

And soon.

I give a stagehand my mic and start to take of my earset as the song comes to an end and a new song starts. I then make my way to my dressing room and began to change into something more comfortable than this heavy ass, studded jacket.

I slip on the sweats and tank I brought with me and settled on the loveseat in the corner and scrolled through Instagram.

I like a few photos and edits of me and Ally. I smile a bit, shaking my head at the memes we all were tagged in. After a few more minutes of scrolling, I come across a thread that made my eyes widen.

It was about me. And Leigh-Anne. And why the fandoms think I'm cheating on Ally and she's cheating on Andre or that this is a PR stunt and Leigh and I are actually together. It was complete with some old pics of us chilling and laughing.

There was one pic from two years ago of her and I in the Dominican Republic for Carnival. We got tipsy and were dancing pretty damn scandalous.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair, silently reading the comments under the post.

"...Like, we all know that Ally doesn't like Y/N and that's understandable. The girl's a dick. And she's also a player. She played damn near everyone including EVERY girl in Little Mix.😡 I haven't had respect for her since her break with Madison and her immediately jumping on Leigh-Anne. And let's not forget her openly flirting with Jade while dating Madison.🙄 Y/N's a fuckboy and if she's playing Ally, we'll fucking riot."

I cringe at the words. They were true, I am a fuckboy. I was a dick to Ally in the very beginning. I did flirt with Jade while dating Madison and I did practically use Leigh-Anne as a rebound.

But the fact I caught feelings for her is what's fucked up. I really, really like Ally. I almost love her, but the reason I can't love her is because of these leftover feelings.

I still have feelings for Leigh, but they weren't intense, just lingering. I would be lying if I said I didn't want her back in my life, but she's happy while I'm sitting here confused on who the rest of my heart belongs to.

God, I feel like an asshole.

I prep myself for the next slide and continued. This one being about me and Ally's PR.

"Simon put Ally with Y/N just to boost her career. 😒I mean, c'mon, Y/N is the EXACT opposite of Ally and just a player. Ally wouldn't get with someone like her on her own. Look at how uncomfortable Ally looks around her. Y/N also has a history of leading girls on before dropping them. Let's not forget the fact she dated Halsey, Kehlani, and Zendaya in the same year. Like who does that? But Y/S/N isn't real."

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