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My hands slip from my mug, the empty glass falling from my hand with a big splat. The plastic mug tumbles my feet as I look at Rhys,

"No, why?" I ask, my hand going up to play with the necklace strung across my neck.

"No reason." He mutters, quickly looking away. My heart tightens with anticipation as I crouch down, quickly picking the mug up. I set the cup down and look him in the eye,

"Please tell me, Rhys." Rhys cringes and strokes my hair soothingly,

"I don't want to hurt you." That statement makes my heart drop, what had happened at the studio. Was I being fired? I thought that I was doing enough work, but I guess not.

"If you can't tell me then can you show me?" I ask, the hurt showing through my voice. Tears start to cloud my eyes as Rhys pushes my face into the crook of his neck whispering,

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept it from you." I cling to the satin of Rhys's shirt, keeping it close for comfort.

"Dawn. Can you turn on the TV for me?" Rhys calls out the waitress's name and she perks up, swiftly sliding the remote to him. She comes to our table and looks at me worriedly,

"Is she good? Can I get another piece of cake for her? On the house, of course." Rhys puts his ringed fingers on my head, keeping my head in his soft embrace,

"No, she's just a bit moody. But thank you." His hand grapples the remote as he turns it on, flicking it to the MTV channel where it's talking about a certain award. I take my head out of his embrace and look at the screen, paling when I realize what's going on.

"Today on MTV we have big news! Archie and his band have released a new single, called The opposite of Love. It has reached 100 million views in the span of 5 hours. Written by Archie himself and his best friend, Tommy. Good luck to them in their future endeavors. Today on Keep-"

Rhys turns the TV off and looks at me softly. I raised a brow, that was nothing. I chuckle lightly and look towards him,

"There's nothing wrong with that Rhys." Rhys slides his phone out and plays The Opposite of Love. The steady beat of the F chord flows through my ears as the song starts,

"Love drowns me as I let the tide come in.

Your words, so sharp that they cut my skin,

Your actions then bind me to you.

And you called it love."

The words skink into my skin and I cover my mouth, this was my song. The song that I wrote. The memories of that night come flowing back to me. The glass thrown from his hands, piercing into my thighs and a mark around my wrist.

"Princess." Rhys looks at me with sorrowful eyes and he picks me up, his hands supporting my waist. I borrow my head back into his neck, letting some tears leak out of the corners of my eyes.

He sets me into the passenger seat of the car and I look at him with watery eyes.

"He stole my song." I break into tears and my face goes into my palms again. Rhys peers at me and takes my palms off my face, putting his warm hands on instead. The pads on his fingers slowly wipe away at my tears as he asks,

"Are you okay?" I chuckle softly, looking outside at the pouring rain,

"What do you think? I just started trusting them as a group and they took advantage of that and stole the song that I wrote." I sighed out, letting a sharp exhale escape my mouth,

"Well you can't always get what you want." I mutter. Rhys perks up at my statement and leans close to me,

"But if you try sometimes, then you can find, you'll get what you need." He finished the lyric and I smiled at him, leaning on his shoulder as I stared out into the distance. Rhys turns on the radio and the soft voice of the 1975 fills the void.

"What are you going to do about the whole song situation?" He asks, leaning the seat back to the regular position.

"How do you feel about going to the studio?" I ask, paying with my fingers as he releases a hefty sigh,

"Are you sure about that?"

"I mean, unless you want to go to British court, where we're probably going to lose." I say, knowing that in the contact that I signed it says that everything I wrote belongs to the management.

"Why don't we go home huh? You can get changed into something else since you have a stain on your shirt and we can also look for your writing notebook." Rhys's voice turns soft and honey-like, making me melt and nod.

Rhys hums and starts the engine, tightly gripping the steering wheel as he grips my hand in the other hand. All my interest falls on his hands, which have rings on every other finger. The car suddenly stops as he calls my name,

"Talulah, we're here." I nod and walk into the house, turning around to tell Rhys,

"Rhys, can you look for my songbook?"

"Sure, princess." He nods, starting in the kitchen as I go upstairs to change. A pair of dark green, high waisted jeans fall into my lap, with a floral shirt on top. I shrug, not caring about what I'm going to be wearing and go to the bathroom to change, making sure to check all my drawers for my songbook.

I exited the room frustrated, my first question was who took my songbook? There was no way that they just coincidentally wrote the same exact song that I had written 5 years ago, so they must have taken my book.

Does that mean that I can't trust any of them? I thought that I could.

Looks like I didn't learn my lesson from last time.