Who's the other girl

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Y/N's outfit^

Y/N's POV
I watched as a group of boys walked into the club. I tore my gaze away from them, focusing on the drink in my hand.

I sipped my martini, conversing with the girl beside me.

Thats when one of the boys stood beside me at the bar, ordering a drink.

"Haven't seen you around here." He leaned on the table, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh, how can you be so sure?" He asked, making me chuckle.

"It's a small town." I spoke, taking a sip of my drink.

"Yeah? Well maybe you can show me around sometime? But it has to be soon, I'm only here for a couple of days." I nodded.

"Musician, huh?" He nodded.

"How'd you know?"

"Like I said, it's a small town. But we do get lots of attention. I'm Y/N, Y/N Frangipane." I stuck out my hand and he shook it.

"Frangipane? As in Ashley Frangipane?" He asked, making me nod.

"Yup, that's my sister." He soon asked me to dance.

We were having fun, acting like dumbasses.

We downed shot after shot and we ended up in bed together.

So that's how we met.

But he didn't leave like I thought he would.

Instead he stayed at my apartment, admiring me as I slept.

When I woke up, he was caressing my arm and telling me how beautiful I looked.

At the time I was desperate for something, anything.
So the affection he shared made our relationship grow quickly.

Just a mere three months later we were official and hiding ourselves from the spotlight, although he had left on tour.

We kept in touch and I trusted him.

He always FaceTimed me when he could, texting me after every show.

But little did I know that there was something or someone else that caught his eye.