Valєríє (The Weeknd Fan-Fic)

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|·Three Weeks Later·|

It's been three weeks ever since our encounter at the club, and not a moment when she wasn't on my mind.

I enjoyed her company. Just her presence comforted me in ways past girlfriends couldn't do. And when she did talk to me, she kept it real. Never holding back. Critiquing me. It helped me get better in not only my singing, but also my habits.

I haven't done any hardcore drugs lately. The only thing I've been doing is smoking joints, but Valerie didn't mind cause she joined in with me. Other than that, I haven't been on that usual XO, or sipping on some foreign substance.

Right now, we were chilling in her apartment in the West Side of New York, rolling and smoking. It felt good not to give a care in the world, even though soon I'll be caught up in the reality of the music industry once again.

My album Trilogy was gonna drop at the end of 2012, and I needed three more bonus songs.

I was already working on Twenty Eight.

It was a song, not quite finished. It needed one more verse and I'll be good. I wanted these bonus songs to have meaning. Whoever is listening to the song will close their eyes and feel the song be carried throughout them. Whatever they believe is the meaning is their own meaning. I want it to become theirs in a way it has also become mine.

"What are you thinking about?" Valerie asked me, pulling the joint slowly away from her lips. I smirked and set my joint down, licking my lips.

"Nothing on my mind but you and my music." I said.

She blushed and looked the other way. Although the feelings were pretty evident, she was still in the mix-up with her dickhead ex. No matter what I tell her, it seems as though she believes that he can give her what she wants in life.

But wants are nothing in this world. Yes you can want. But your needs come first.

And I'm exactly what she needs.

"Why?" I asked. She seemed taken aback by my question, but the look of "Ohh." on her face, I knew she got it.

"I don't know. Guys usually don't approach me with such confidence, and ask how I'm doing." She looked into my eyes and tilted her head.

"The way that they can look so dark, yet have a light to them amazes me...Your whole vibe is something I could feed off of. Ever since you sat next to me, it was something I couldn't shake off. Probably was the drink..." She said. She smiled and shook her head, something I noticed she did when she thought something wasn't important.

I got up from the bed and went to sit across from her in her beanbag. I put my fingers through her now brown hair. The ends looked like they were dipped in black ink.

She looked away from me, not wanting to look in my face.

"What I bite now?" I asked playfully.

She giggled.

"No. Those eyes. You could be sucked into them." Her voice softened, and her eyes soon turning glossy. I knew what was gonna be said then. Reminded her of her ex.

I sucked my teeth and tried to calm myself. What would it take to make her realize that crying wouldn't help her? Yes the first few days I understand. But it's three weeks. And she broke up with him like a week before we met. What did he have that I didn't? From what she told me, the guy was a wannabe. A fake. Using her for his own advantages.

I wanted Valerie because I needed her. I crave her touch. I crave her intimacy. Although the closest we got was a hug, the hug felt so tight and personal. I don't want her for my advantages. I want her to become one of my advantages.

"Valerie. Look at me." She looked my way and a saw a smile creeping on to her face.

"I understand this guy hurt you. But I need you to understand that that guy is someone you thought was Prince Charming. You wanted a guy like that. But I'm here to tell all your needs are right here with me baby. Hell I'll give you what you want, need, and fiend. Please. I'm not asking to trust in a person like me. I don't deserve your trust. But I do want you to know that I'm telling the truth."

She shook her head. "Abel...I can trust you. You just need to trust yourself."

"Awe c'mon this isn't about me." I said grinning. I grabbed her hand and started to rub the back of it with my thumb.

Her lips were right there. I could just do it.

And I did.

My lips smashed on top of hers, and she was so surprised she fell off the beanbag. Now we were on the floor. The way she grabbed onto my shoulders...the way her mouth moved against mine in such a passionate way, craving every inch of my mouth and tongue...she's been waiting for this.

After about 10 minutes of a rough make-out session, I got up and fixed myself up. I smiled at her and she gave me her usual smirk.

"I guess that was something I needed." She said out of breath.

I chuckled and laid down back on the bed.

She curled up next to me and we fell asleep to the sound of the slight traffic developing outside.

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·XO Till We Overdose·