Four years ago.
Noah
It has been two weeks since I walked out of Tiffany with no hopes for reconciling ever again… in other words, it has been two weeks of utter hell. I have learnt the trick to getting some sleep, I have to exhaust my body to the point where all I wish for was a bed, that works like a dream because when I started to do that, my dreams were no longer haunted with dreams of Tiffany while she was being kissed and being thrust into. We were each other firsts. It might seem inconsequential now, especially with me wondering how many other guys she has been while she was with me and how many guys she has been with since I was gone.
The paparazzi’s have been having a field day, we went from being nowhere to everywhere on gossip rags. I guess our actions did not help that. I was sleeping with everything in a skirt and she has been partying every night, sometimes taking a guy or two home.
We both got the fame we wanted but not through the way we did. We never thought that our break up was what will sky rochet our popularity.
I got a permanent place in the band now and the band was slowly rising up on Hollywood’s next and she got a company and a huge movie role.
Everything was alright except our own lives and that was why I was feeling bad.
“Dude, have you heard the news.” One of my band mates rushed to me with a magazine in his hands.
“Ash, I am not in a very good mood now.” I warned.
“Just shut it and read.” He pointed to one part of the magazine, I read a few words before I jumped up from my seat and rushed to the door.
“Hey, man. Where are you going?” He questions.
“To be there for someone who has nobody right now.” I returned.
When I got to my former apartment, a place which I left to Tiffany, it wasn’t like I could use the place, not after seeing what I had to see the last time I was here. I considered it a parting gift to Tiffany since she didn’t have anybody to roomie with and I had four boys.
Well, it is not like the parting gift will be useful, not with her new contract and the movie she is staring in.
“Open up Tiffany.” I banged the door. I knew that she was inside, Tiffany was a creature of routine. When she loses someone or something she cares about, she goes home. Pull down the curtains and lock the door and everything then break down where nobody can reach her but I always could.
I tried the handle and just as I presumed it was lock, with a sigh, I tried a last ditch method. My key which I didn’t leave behind and to my surprise it worked. Maybe she knew I would never try to hurt her so she saw no need to.
I walked into the dark apartment to see the tissues and the wreckage it was in, I walked through it all until I got to the door. I opened the door of our bedroom to see that it was stuffy. Maybe she had kept the window closed for a while but the room looked like it hasn’t be slept in for a while. I turn back to check every other part of the apartment when I saw the couch move.
I walked there and sat on the hand rest. “Go away Noah.” Tiffany gravelly voice stated.
“And leave you to die in your grief, no thank you. I rather stay here.” I snorted.
“She overdosed Noah. I didn’t even know that she was using.” She cried as she hugged me, crying tears that wetted my outfit and probably ruined it with her smeared makeup too but I was not concerned about that. All I was concerned with was reducing the hurt.
I did not like Angel, she was a bitch but it didn’t change that she was Tiffany closest friend while she was alive.
“It’s okay Tiffany. It is okay not to know every facet of the lives of those we considered as our friends.” I stated and Tiffany raised her head to glare at me. “I was not referring to us Tiffany, I am not that selfish even if I am a rock star, I just came here to help you heal and bounce back before it gets noticeable.”
“How long do you plan to remain here?” She asked me.
“Chasing me already?” I returned when she didn’t say anything. I sighed. “At the first sign of you doing well all on your own, I will leave. Until then you just have to deal with me.” I tell her and those words formed the first part of the first ever song I wrote.
“I am sorry.” Tiffany tried to apologize but I was not in the mood to listen to her.
She cheated on me, she broke my heart and she also don’t have the right to treat me like trash, she never did. The only reason why she can do this right now is because I allowed her. If I didn’t care enough about her to be worried. I would have still being back at the crib with the rest of my bandmates but instead I am here, missing practice and other important events just to be here.
“Yeah, sorry isn’t going to cut anything out. Just show me that you can take care of yourself. The faster you do that, the faster I wouldn’t have to worry about you. Now get those lazy behinds off the couch and open the windows and curtains, it is stuffy in here. Also where is the trash bags? Let’s start cleaning up.”
Even as we started with the chores in silence, the words I spoke started ringing in my head.
I spent three days making sure that Tiffany will be alright and then on the fourth day, I left her after saying my final goodbye. With a kiss on her forehead and a fully written song lyrics in my pocket.
NoahAfter carrying out my promise to Lucy by tweeting to my fans about my recent break up, I got drunk in the comfort of my home but when I woke up with my head banging, I had the itch to write something down. It was not my usual kind of writing but if it was worked well on, it could be charts topping.And so after finding a pen and paper, I started my scribbling. I was still scribbling hours later when I yawned, raising my head from the paper to see that my manager, Ernie, was in the room with me.“When did you get here?” I asked him, shocked at his appearance in my home, something which he doesn’t do too often anymore.“About two hours ago, you have been scribbling like a fiend, I am sure that your coke has not lost some of its coolness though. He tossed a drink at me.I snatched it out of the air. “Thanks man.” I opened the drink, took a sip and close my eyes.“Noah, this Brea
TiffanyHearing about the breakup of Lucy and Noah apparently made it okay for me to go on the show even though she was still going to be there. A lot of things were shaking in Hollywood currently and my company didn’t want to shake more.That didn’t mean that I didn’t keep my righteous anger about everything though. I was still very mad over their actions and the decision they made without involving me. Since Josh represented my company for me, he has been the one getting the blunt of my disapproval about what they did.I was backstage at a talk show, still not talking to Josh. “What do you want me to do? Clean your tears and apologize for something which I have no control over besides you are both his ex so I don’t see the reason why you should still hate the show. You were excited for the show before you knew who that particular housemate is…” When I raised an eyebrow he corrected himself. “Well as much as a woman of your
TiffanyTwo hours later, I had downloaded all of Noah’s song and I was listening to them while getting drunk, he bared himself out for the public to see. That was why he was loved. It was years ago but I could feel the words as he sang them, I could hear the emotions. I watched one of his stage performance for the only soft song on his first album released and when he got to the chorus for the last time and everything changed and became more emotional. He had tears in his eyes as he sang from the heart and that was when my tears started.I did that to him. He was singing of our past, he was singing about us and how I wrecked him. I was aware of the fact that I did ruin what we had but that stage performance made me realized how far the hurt went.“Tiffany, you should stop tormenting yourself with this.” Josh said unable to keep quiet anymore. Yes you might have fucked up then but you are human, humans make mistakes all the time.”
Eight years agoTiffany.The day I realized I love Noah was when he was singing to me, it was a usual occurrence but it was magical for me when he first did it and it has never stopped being magical.“You know when you put your hand under your chin and listen to me like that, you make me feel like I am the most accomplished singer in the world.” Noah teased me after he sang the last lines of this song and put away his guitar only to look at me and see that I still had my chin in my hands as I stared at him with a mixture of awe on my face. Yes I know how I look because he brought a mirror one day to show me what I look like whenever he sings for me.“You will be.” I tell him with all conviction. “In little to no time you will have hordes of fans screaming your name, just don’t forget about me then.”He laughs. “Why will I forget about my number one fan? You will always be that for me.” He sighed.
NoahI don’t know how to act. I might disgrace myself further. I could be sick. I would not be able to concentrate well on my music. Every and any excuse I could think of, I had given to my Label CEO. He refused to listen to any, already had an airtight answer for every of my worries. So that was how I found myself dressed in all black on my way to the mansion in Beverly Hills where I will be under house arrest for the next two weeks.“You are sulking like a baby and you will be in a house filled with gorgeous ladies. Yeah I can totally see the reason why you are not happy.” Ernie rolled his eyes at me sarcastically.“Yes. You seem to forget that two out of those women are my exes and I am not a fan of others infringing on my space, I will have no privacy for the next couple of days.” I complained as Ernie shook his head at me.“It is better that you don’t have privacy right now, when you have nine othe
TiffanyOn getting to the sitting room of the mansion, I stared around in marvel. I love this house but it was never meant to be. If I had seen this house before the reality show, I would do my best to try and procure it. The décor was something which was amazing. White, the couch, the chairs, down to the small stool at the center of the room and the cute ornament on it. I was in love with something which would have been mine if life was different.Story of my life.Through the corner of my eyes I looked at the person who would have been mine even though I still love him. My Noah has not changed in the four years we broke up. He was still his chivalry self even I could tell that the girl hanging close to him was trying his patience. I gave it two hours before he say something. Normally someone like her was not his type but since she was his serious relationship less than three months ago then I guess that his tastes has changed.&nb
NoahI feel suffocated, and this is annoying because when we were in a relationship, seeing Lucy was something of a miracle, she made seeing her harder than seeing the queen and yet I had no problem with it then.Looking back at our past relationship, I can’t help but wonder what me of then was thinking about this girl, how on earth did I becomes so serious with her, she played me like a fine tuned instrument and I still cannot understand it.“Can someone take this over grown puppy away from me?” I growled in direction of the dining table where various house guests like us where already seated and chatting among themselves. Everybody paused their conversation and stared at me.“I know I did something which I was not supposed to do but you have no right to talk to me that way?” Lucy tone was filled with hurt.“Really?” I asked her. “I don’t? Then please stop exhibiting characteristics of
Tiffany.“Are you serious, I was put in a house with a bunch of strangers to play board games?” I asked with horror showing in my voice.“We can play adult games if you want?” Toby offered.My lips curled in disgust. “Honey you would not pay me enough to even act like I want your company around.” I retorted as Cody coughed into his hand turning his snicker into a cough at the last minute.“What is your own? You are too good to play board games with us.” Lucy snarks.I sighed, these people never learn, they will not beat me in a word fight. “No, I just think I don’t have enough knowledge in playing games, at least not with people who have the guts to play with others hearts.” I smiled at Lucy who looked like a fish with her mouth, opening a closing with no words coming out of them.“Okay guys. Let’s settled d