Long Time No See

Chapter 14

A/N: I was really fond of this story back when I wrote it, still am tbh, so I decided to update it after a long awaited release. Let's be real tho, it's been awhile, too long that I won't even say the time frame. With that said, shit might not add up, as in the plot might be a little fuzzy, but I'm making due with the bits I remember and the chapters I've skimmed through. Now that's out of the way, enjoy!

Normani's POV

I was missing Y/n.

It's been a week since she left the hotel and I was still working. My plan was to finish up in the studio early this week, get the songs completed so I wouldn't have to worry later. That way I could see her sooner, but it didn't seem like that was going to work out.

Things had been moving slower than usual, I had a bad case of writer's block that I couldn't shake. My manager told me to take a break from it, so here I was, laid in bed scrolling through TikTok.

Her presence was much appreciated, she always brightened up the mood. I knew I was a mess right now though, a relationship was not what I needed right now. Even if it's what I wanted. With work and moving around for interviews and things, it was becoming hectic, Y/n probably wants that homebody type of ship.

I couldn't see myself staying in one place for too long, that's why I made due with my little flings. No relationship didn't mean no fucking, sometimes it was needed. This artist lifestyle was stressful at times.

Still, I couldn't wait to see her again, making plans to call her later and ask her how she's doing. We've been talking more, phone calls, texting, it was a lil' vibe as she called it. I was enjoying her without indulging in her, if that makes any sense.

Maybe once work cooled down a bit, I'd take her up on that offer. I know I couldn't make her wait for long though, I wouldn't. I'd definitely have to get my shit together first.

Incoming call from Arin🥱...

Speaking of shit, I sighed seeing his contact appear on my screen. Arin was one of those flings, a boy toy if you will. He was a handsome man with a smooth singing voice, nice skin, pretty eyes, it's what attracted me to him. I just didn't see us doing anything more than what we were doing, fucking.

That's the issue, he started wanting more than what I was willing to give. He was looking for love, and I was looking for a good time. I couldn't just let go of some good dick, so I ignored all his advances. As long as I kept my distance, shit was cool, right?

"Yes, Arin?" I almost let it ring out, but I decided against it.

"You not tryna answer the phone for a nigga, no more? What happened to hello?" There he goes, acting dramatic as ever, usually I'd laugh, but I wasn't feeling it today.

"Hi. What do you want, boy?"

I was kind of irritated, if he was just calling to annoy me further than I'd be hanging up. No hesitation.

"Damn who pissed in your cereal? Never mind, I heard you were back in town. Why didn't you hit me up so we could link?" That was what we did, call each other when we were in the same area, link up when we we're available.

"I've been busy," Truthfully, I wasn't thinking about him at all this week, so I wasn't going to check for him.

"You acting weird, FaceTime me."

Next thing you know, he was hanging up in my face. It took him a minute to call me back so I sat up and set my phone against the nightstand. When the pop up appeared, I answered.

He was sitting right in-front of his camera, giving me this look. He wanted to know why I was being so short with him, I wasn't in the mood to do more talking than I needed to. So I kept quiet until he spoke again, folding my legs underneath me.