Love on The Brain

12

Y/N POV

"Y/n! Open this door!"

I woke with a start, immediately choking on my spit. Who the fuck was banging on my goddamn door at 8:30 AM? That's way too fucking early.

I took me a few moments to realize that the person who was knocking, was in fact Rihanna. 

Well now, I suppose due to that, I should probably haul my fat ass out of bed. I don't want to make that woman angry. I'm too young to die dude.

After hearing her pound on the door again, I called down. "Alright! I'm coming! Chill!"

Holy fuck bro, can't a guy get some sleep? Apparently NOT.

I only had time to roll out of bed and slip on some slides before she started knocking again. 

"Yes?" I asked tiredly, rubbing my crusty eyes. It was so fucking bright outside.

"I need to talk to you." Her tone was serious, making me blink. 

"Okay, did I do something wrong?" I asked nervously, stepping aside so that she could enter. 

"No. But go put a shirt on. I can't talk to you if I'm distracted."

I smirked, closing the door. "Since you've pointed it out, I shan't." I told her, just to be difficult. The brown skinned woman groaned, obviously not in the mood to joke around. 

"Okay, gimme a sec. I'll meet you in the living room." I said, holding up  my hands in innocence. 

The singer just nodded, watching me leave. I quickly ran up the stairs and into my room, grabbing the first hoodie I could find. I had no idea what Robyn wanted to talk to me about, but I knew that I was scared.

I just hoped to god she didn't know about my feelings for her, or would tell me she had some like terminal illness or something.

Walking back downstairs, as soon as I entered the living room, I could feel the tension in the air. It was so thick, you'd need a saw just to cut through it. The shorter woman was sitting on the couch, her face expressionless, which only made me even more scared.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, sitting down in a chair across from her. 

Her lack of answer was not helping my nerves. "You're really freaking me out here Rih-" 

"Do you like me?" She suddenly asked. I needed a second to made sure I heard her right.

"What?" I asked. The brunette was always so calm and collected. She was rarely ever nervous around me, and now, seeing her as she was, it was scary.

"Do you like me?" She asked again.

I didn't really understand what she was asking. "Like...like like you?" I asked slowly, trying to clarify it. My heart was beating out of my chest. If she was about to tell me what I thought she was, I'd rather have the ground swallow me whole.

I knew I've been too obvious. Or maybe Drake ratted on me. Either way, this didn't look good.

Robyn nodded, her eyes showing no sign of amusement. 

I swallowed, knowing that she'd be able to tell if I lied. Finally, after much debate, I figured it would be no use trying to hide it anymore. I've liked her for nearly a year now. I wouldn't be able to hide it from her much longer.

"Yes." I croaked, my voice coming out broken for some reason.

She blinked, her face full of surprise. "Y-you...you do?" 

I nodded. "Yeah...I mean, I've like you for a while. Who told you? Was it Drake?" I asked, jokingly accusatory. 

"Y/n, no one told me. It's just...I like you too."

Now it was my turn to blink in surprise. I practically did a double take. "W-wait. What?"

I stared at her, until it fully clicked in my brain. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" I exclaimed, exasperated. This bullshit could have been over months ago, but since we're both fucking stupid, we're just now figuring it out.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW!? I DROPPED SO MANY HINTS! Y/N! I FLIRTED WITH YOU EVERYDAY FOR LIKE 10 MONTHS!" She said, standing from the couch.

"OKAY YEAH BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING! OR BEING NICE!" I told her.

"OOOH MY GOD! WHY!?" 

"HEY! IN MY DEFENSE IT'S NOT EVERYDAY THE MOST GORGEOUS WOMAN ON PLANET EARTH FLIRTS WITH YOU, AND SUE ME FOR THINKING YOU DIDN'T LIKE ME BACK! ALSO WHY ARE WE STILL SHOUTING!?"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"We're fucking stupid." I laughed.

"Yes, yes we are."