Face To Face (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1:

(RUEL'S P.O.V)
I stepped off the plane and took a deep breath, savouring the fresh morning air of Paris, France. I've been to France two other times however, this time it was to shoot a new music video for a song I wrote called 'Face To Face'.  I would be in France for a whole week rather than a small portion of the week like other times I had visited France. Nate, my manager, ushered me into an awaiting car and then climbed in after him. Nate started explaining something to me about the shoot but I was more interested in the message I had received from my online friend, y/n. Y/n and I had gamed for years and had remained in close contact through the game; it wasn't until the 'Ready Tour' I had lost pretty much all contact with her. Now, my heart raced as I opened the message:

>> message: I miss u ... a lot. Anyway, I finally got snapchat aha, soooo... yeah. My @ is yn.yln_2002, if u wanna add me. Ly ❤️ <<

I opened snapchat and instantly searched her user. A bitmoji with a long straight *insert hair colour* hair and a smiling face. My long finger hovered over the 'accept friend' button. My smile started to vanish; she knew who I was and was probably a fan. I added her anyway, because she was the girl I knew, and had trusted for so long. I re-entered her message again and replied:

>> message: Hey y/n. Good to hear from u. I miss u 2. I've just added, my @ is ruelvandijk. Talk soon <<

I went back into snapchat and held my phone to the cars window, the Eiffel Tower with a bright sunrise was present in the frame. I watched as the small triangle went red. I then synced my almost flat AirPods with my phone.
"Ruel, were you listening!?" Nate asked.
I glanced at him sheepishly.
"No...." I replied.
Nate sighed, "when we get to the place we're staying, go straight to bed; we'll get you in a few hours,"
Nate went silent and I nodded.
"And actually sleep: don't sit on your phone," He grumbled.
"Yes sir" I replied, saluting playfully.
I knew exactly what I would be doing, lying in bed, waiting anxiously for y/n to reply. Maybe she had changed in the several long months we hadn't talked; maybe she was just wanting to see how I was. Would she have a boyfriend? Oh my god! Ruel, stop thinking about that! Why do you think she'll have a boyfriend! My mind kept me thinking the while car ride, by the time  we got to the accommodation place, it was as though I wasn't jet-lagged because I had woken myself up thinking about y/n. God, get a life; you don't even know her!