Then You Look At Me |COMPLETED|

Club Naked

~I think about you every second of the day, my heart used to be so cold, the world used to be so gray, and I know seasons change, but it felt like it never would. No one seemed to understand me but you understood~ 'Why Don't We'

Chapter Theme Song: 'Chills' by Why Don't We.

A/N: Swipe left for the song audio :)

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Rainey

I get dressed quickly in just a simple black T-shirt and skinny jeans. Luckily, Jeff is busy in the kitchen sifting through the cabinet, so we use the opportunity to stroll on past him.

I hate driving, but I decide to take one of my mom's Mercedes since Riley and I have no idea where the club is, and we might end up driving around for a while.

Luckily, as soon we arrive in the square of the town, the huge sparkling lights written on one of the buildings greet us.

Naked: Club & Pub.

I find an available parking spot and kill my engine. Riley grins, as we watch a few people stepping through the doors of the building.

"Woah, I didn't take Ansel as a club guy."

I nod. "Me either." I unsnap my seatbelt. "Let's go."

We get out of the car and move toward the club. I was expecting bouncers at the door but there is no sign of security, so we just stroll on in like everybody else.

As soon as we step inside the room, where groups of people are sitting around mahogany tables, a soulful acoustic rhythm greets us. My strides slow down when I recognize the face on the stage.

"Woah," Riley mutters.

Ansel's sitting on a stool, strumming a beige guitar soulfully, while a girl stands beside him, melodically singing a cover for the song; ′Call Out My Name′ by The Weeknd.

I am frozen in place while I watch the astonishing scene play out. I had no idea he could play the guitar; it's a huge surprise for me. Whenever I feel like I have Ansel all figured out, there is always something new about him.

The music is pleasing to my ear, releasing several mixed emotions within me. Happiness, Sadness, Anger, Pain. It also gives me consolation. It makes me feel like, despite all these built-up emotions inside me, everything will eventually be okay.

He raises his eyes, and among the attentive faces, he spots me. My cheeks redden, but luckily the lighting in the room is dim, so he will not be able to see how flushed I am.

His lips stretch in a smile, and he doesn't break eye-contact while he gently plucks the nylon strings of the guitar. Each vibration dispatching a soft melodious sound.

"Wow, who thought Ansel could play?" Riley smiles. "Is it just me...or is he staring at you?"

I lower my eyes, awkwardly shifting in my stance. "He's staring at everyone."

"No, he's not. He's not, his eyes are in our direction and I can see him staring at you," she whispers.

I look up again, and his focus is still on me, causing a wave of heat to rise to my face. His eyes are quite piercing, even from a distance.