Him (Aubrih Oneshot)

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London
August 5, 2017
9:13 AM

Robyn's POV

"You can't come?" I pout, watching Hassan get dressed from the bed.

"I'm sorry, you know I'd love to but things are getting hectic and my dad needs me. I'll come next year," he promises, quickly walking over to me and placing a kiss on my lips. Who even knows if there's gonna be a next year for us?

"Baby, you're always working," I complain, standing up. "Just come to Crop Over with me and then you can go help your dad. It's only a couple hours," I try to convince him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I can't Robyn. I love you but I have to go. Have fun," He gives me another quick kiss before grabbing his jacket from the desk chair and walking out the hotel room door.

I sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I love Hassan, I mean, he's the most normal person I've ever dated. I finally get to have the thing that I've craved for so long—a relationship out of the public eye. But it's crazy that me, a celebrity with a full schedule who's also a fucking workaholic, has time for him, yet he barely has any for me. He lives in London so I always come to visit him when I get the chance, but we've never been anywhere else besides vacation in Spain where paparazzi took multiple pictures of us making out in the pool. I'm still pissed about that.

It's never bothered me before, I know how important work is to him, but he's the only one I've told about my insecurity with my recent weight gain and it would make me feel less uncomfortable with him there even though he doesn't really know how to comfort me.

I run my fingers through my hair, starting to think about the one person I haven't thought about in months. Aubrey.

OVO Fest is happening on the same day I'm going to Crop Over and I can't help but think about last year when I skipped it to perform with him. We were together then and for some reason I feel like I was happier. This privacy is amazing and so is Hassan but am I really as happy as I was then?

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Toronto
12:43 AM

Aubrey's POV

I smile in satisfaction at the blueprints taped to the wall. The 8th annual OVO Fest is in two days and I'm ready for it. I got some friends of mine in the industry coming to perform with me and we decided to get a giant replica of the CN Tower to put on stage.

"This gon' be lit," Chubbs says from beside me.

"I got big plans," I chuckle. My phone suddenly rings in my pocket and I pull it out, reading the contact name on the screen. Melissa?

"Yo, let me take this real quick," I tell Chubbs, walking into my dressing room.

Mel never calls me unless it's important, and the fact that it's now, when Robyn and I aren't together anymore worries me.

I quickly answer, putting the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, don't be worried, it's nothing serious. I called to ask for a favor," she assures me.

I breathe a small sigh of relief. "What's up?"

"We just got to Barbados for Crop Over and I can tell when my girl ain't happy. She really wanted Hassan to come with her and meet the fam but he can't because of work with his dad in London."