Lyon Brothers Preferences

First I Love You

Andre:

Andre was in his office going through account files to find some extra money he could pull to fund Hakeem's next video. "Hey, you got a minute," you stood leaning on the door frame. "Huh?" he says looking up for the first time in hours, "oh, yeah (y/n), what's up? Everything alright?" "Not exactly," you said making your way over to him, standing behind his chair and observing the scattered folders. You wrapped your arms around on his shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck, "you've been hidden away in here for three days. You need to take a break." He sighed, "I can't. My dad's depending on this, on me." You couldn't help but chuckle as you pulled away from him, leaning against his desk. "You mean Hakeem is depending on it?," you joked, "if you ask me I think there is more than enough in the budget for him too make a nice video." He stayed silent so you sighed, "Look Dre, I love you and I don't wanna see you beat yourself up over something so minimal." He paused from his inspection and turned his chair to face you. He grabs your hand and pulls you down so that you were now sitting in his lap. "I love you too," he smiled up at you, "and I promise if I don't find anything today, I'll stop. Plus, tomorrow night what do you say we go to that new restaurant downtown?" "Deal," you smiled before giving him a quick peck and heading back to your own office.

Hakeem:

You were on your way into the studio and as you were opening the door you saw what looked like a composition book flying past you and landing against the wall. "What the hell?" you silently mused as you bent down to observe the projectile before picking it up and angrily heading towards the booth to confront whoever it was that almost hit you with the book. "Dammit!" you heard and saw a visibly pissed off Hakeem, pacing back and forth as you entered the door of the booth. "Hakeem? What the hell?" you fumed. He simply groaned and ran a hand over his face, "not now (Y/N)." You raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "not now? Not now? You almost hit me!" He smacked his lips, "man, Damn. It obviously was an accident. It didn't hit you did it?" You stood there for a moment keeping your straight face, trying not to show that he had got to you. 'He's right, it was an accident...maybe I am overreacting a little,' you thought before shaking your head no. "Ight then, chill the fuck out bitch," he quickly commanded. You scoffed again before stalking towards him and waving your finger in his face, "hold up. I don't know who the hell you think you talking to. Now I don't know what your problem is. But, I'm not one of your little hoes. You not about to sit up here and disrespect me...and I sure as hell don't bark on anybody's command," you added before shoving the book at him and storming out. Hakeem stood there in silence before running after you, catching you by the wrist just before you reached the main door. "(Y/N)," he called as he turned you towards him, "look, I shouldn't have called you out ya name. I'm just...I gotta a lot of shit going on right now. My dad's breathing down my neck about my next single, which I can't seem to finish without Jamal who pretty much said he ain't helping me with my music no more, Andre ain't tryna give me no money for nothing and don't even get me started on the bitc--" he quickly corrected himself once he saw your eyebrow raise, "females in my life. I shouldn't have taken it out on you though...I'm sorry." You thought it over for a moment before sighing, "no you shouldn't have...Why didn't you just come talk to me? I would have helped you, that's what friends are for you know." Hakeem shook his head, "man I don't know, I guess I just wanted to show everybody that I could do it. I'm tired of everybody talking shit about me." You looked him over before reaching out your free hand. He looked at you confused before you rolled your eyes, "give me the book. Let me see." He reluctantly replied, handing it off to you.
2 hours later
"(Y/N), I don't know how you did it but this song, man I fucking love you! You're a life saver. I owe you one, big time" he praised excitingly, not even realizing what he said. You couldn't help but blush as you chuckled, "see your mom was right. You just gotta talk about the stuff you know." You both stared at each other smiling before you came back to and cleared your throat, "let's run it again and then we'll call it a night."

Jamal:

"Look baby, don't let your father get you down," you heard Cookie as you entered you and Jamal's shared loft. You couldn't help but notice Jamal's defeated look. "Is everything alright?" you questioned looking between the two. "It's nothing, just Luscious being an asshole...as usual," Cookie responded, "now I gotta go. I'll try to talk to ya father, alright?" Jamal simply offered a small forced smile and a nod. Cookie sighed as she headed for the door, not before stopping to give you a hug. "Try to cheer him up, will ya," she whispered in your ear. You nodded before she left you two alone. "Hey," you called to him as you sat beside him on the love seat. He suddenly shot up out of the seat and hit the wall with his hand. "Jamal," you shouted, slightly frightened by his actions. "I can't believe him! He goes out of his way just to fuck with my life. I mean it's one thing to just not come see me preform but, to buy the club and close it down? Just so I can't perform?!?" he fumed. You let him vent, knowing he needed it; especially since you didn't want anymore holes in the wall. "Baby come here, please," you pleaded for him to come sit with you. He didn't respond immediately but he eventually sighed and followed your command, leaning on your shoulder. "I know how much you were looking forward to this and how hard you worked to even get this far. I'm sorry your dad would stoop so low, just to spite you," you spoke. He groaned as his hands went to cover his face, "now what am I gonna do? I can't just cancel. There are a lot of people expecting a show and I can't just refund the tickets. I already spent some of the money." You stayed quiet as you thought it over for a minute suddenly an idea popped into your head. "What a minute, you remember Alexander right? The guy who hired me to videotape his girlfriend's baby shower? I just remembered he was talking to me about some new club he was opening soon. He really liked my video, If I give him a call I'm sure he'd have no problem letting you perform there. We'll just tell everyone the locations been moved. Sure some people will be annoyed but, at least they'd get their show." His face lit up, revealing that dimple you loved so much. He quickly captured your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling away and looking you in the eye, "I love you (Y/N)."

Because I've been neglecting this book I tried to make this a little longer.