Finding My Way

Easier

Y/N's POV

Tears sting the back of my eyes as I finish reading the article. I know he said that the label was going to make him start dating, but I didn't know it was supposed to be this... soon. Was it really supposed to appear that he could move on so easily? So quickly?
Some of his fans are on my side now, but it doesn't matter. He's graduated from new artist to teenage heartthrob and heartbreaker at my own expense, gaining him even more fans than he had to begin with. It feels like I got the short end of the stick.
I jump as my phone starts buzzing in my head, Gwen's name flashing on the screen.
"Tell me you didn't read it," she says by way of greeting.
"Hello to you too," I laugh dryly.
"You read it, didn't you?"
"Do you want me to tell you or not? I'm getting really mixed signals."
"Smart ass," she half laughs, half sighs.
"Yes, I read it," I admit.
"Why didn't you tell me reporters have been contacting you for a comment?"
"Because I didn't feel it was important," I say shortly.
"You could file for harassment, you know," she continues as if I didn't say anything at all. "Or I could intercept one of their phone calls and tell 'em where to shove it. Actually, let me do the latter, it's more fun."
I chuckle, "see, this is why I didn't tell you. I can fight my own battles."
"Fight them or avoid them?" She counters.
"If I wanted to be judged, I'd go to the press," is the final thing I say before hanging up.
My phone buzzes again and I decline the call before looking at it, knowing it's most likely Gwen again.

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Chase's POV

Before the phone can even ring once, I'm directed to y/n's voicemail, which can only mean she read the article.
After the tone, I say, "hey y/n, it's me... I'm sure you know that since you declined the call so quickly. I was really hoping to get to talk to you, I don't even know where your new place is since you moved while I was at the studio. This would be easier to say if I could talk you - then I'd at least know you heard it - but it's fake... it's all fake. I wish I could explain it better, but that's the best I can tell you without getting in trouble with my label. I still love you, y/n... I'll never stop loving you. I wish things were easier." The call drops before I can say anything more, and with it, so does my heart.