To Angèle...

My angel

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I contacted my manager again asking about if Angèle was willing to work on a song with me- and oh my goodness he said she would! I've done some more research on her and every single song of hers is like a chorus of angels to my ears! Her voice is heavenly- no wonder she's called Angèle.

We've started conversing a little over whatsapp (yes I know that probably shows my age) but she's just as sweet and her voice sounds.

Angèle~

Hey Dua! I was thinking maybe it's time for us to meet in person? Although i'm in Paris at the moment I was going to come spend a few weeks in London to check out the competition (yes, you) and also see some of my family. Want to meet somewhere later on in the week?

Me

Hi Ange, I would LOVE to finally meet with you! How about we meet at Harrods at midday on Friday? Can't wait!

I was completely and utterly freaking out when I read her message, and I've ever started a habit of calling her Ange, which, by the way, I hope she doesn't mind about...

•Day of meeting up

I was sat on a bench outside Harrods when I heard the flash of cameras and scurrying of humans surrounding me. Oh god. Paparazzi.

At least they can't make any dodgy headlines about my meeting with Angèle, as the media would hate to even think about me being anything but straight. However, I couldn't be more wrong.

I saw the flash of blonde hair and a 5"7 figure walking my way. I lifted up my hat to admire the beauty in front of me. The way her fluorescent yet natural blonde hair sat perfectly on her shoulders and her blue eyes lit up the everything around her pulled me into this trance... of just staring at her.

After a few minutes of me looking her angelic beauty up and down she cleared her throat, to signal the fact that she was not a mythical being and i was in fact NOT invisible. God save me from the embarrassing moment.

I thought at that point she's just leg it and leave, but instead she smiled even wider as soon as we made eye contact, and oh my did i feel something change inside me.

I felt my heart become alive and my eyes widen, my spirit finally leaving its shell and my knees growing weak.

I copied hee coughing- except mine was much less dignified, and shakily stood up, still maintaining eye contact.

I quickly held out my hand as to welcome hee to my home city, and she seemed rather unknown to this as she just stared right into my soul for a few seconds, before eventually looking down and placing her hand in mine.

I wish i could hold her hand for eternity.

What am I even thinking? I have a very much there boyfriend for pete's sake!

But she makes me feel so alive...

•Angèle's POV:

Dua lipa... what a name. She's literally so famous and I can't believe she really asked me to collaborate with her! I don't speak English all that well and I've heard she doesn't speak much French so I have no idea how this will work out...

I've lived in France and Belgium for most of my life, and I recently started a relationship with a woman named Marie Papillon. Yes, I'm bisexual thank you for asking! We now share an apartment in the centre of Paris, right at the heart of romance as they say! She's good to me and treats me well, however it all feels a little restricting as we are both in different points in our lives and don't have much time for eachother.

Getting away from that apartment and Marie seemed like a great idea, but now that I'm here, standing in front of the Albanian-British dark horse that is Dua Lipa, i'm starting to think that this is maybe not the best idea...

"Hey! You look even more beautiful in real life than in any picture i've seen," I say, whilst trying to not hold my breathe and pass out on the floor from all of this overwhelming power that exudes from her. Not going to lie, she's one of the most beautiful girls I've seen in my life...

"Hey my love! You look wonderful too! Let's get started, shall we?", Dua speaks, and immediately her beautiful British accent sets into me, leaving my brain overwhelmed. I stand there for a few seconds before I shake the feeling out of me and lean in for a hug. After that, I nod and grab my stuff to go into the building and discuss our music plans.

•A few weeks later

We've started hanging out almost everyday, either at Dua's, in parks or even the hotel I'm currently staying at. She's written this song that is quite literally music to my ears, and wonderful music at that. I'm not too sure where i'm going to come into this collaboration though.

I was sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through my phone trying to find the perfect melody for a song I had been working on for a while, The lyrics were going well, but I just could not figure out a rhythm for it yet.

When Dua came back into the room after going to the bathroom, she snatched my phone up and read through the lyrics. We were good enough friends to do this without worrying now, and i'm so grateful we've gotten this far in our relationship- I mean friendship!

"Wow, Ange.

The filming is going great! We've done half of the music video so far but we've had enough for today, so it's time to go home. I swear it's like -10°c outside. I'm freezing and Dua keeps giving me a concerned look. Eventually, she walks over to me and puts her coat over my shoulders, immediately giving me a flustered feeling in my body. She smiles so beautifully I cannot help starting into her gorgeous eyes.

"Great work today, Angele! I've had so much fun and I cannot wait for tomorrow", she says and then walks over to her car, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She then waves at me and gets into the expensive vehicle. I stood where I was for a while, before calling my own cab and heading to my hotel.

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I settle down on my bed before I hear a knock at my door....