☆Do not insult any songs and artist mention in the story, please respect the songs.

Back To You
(Selena Gomez)

Present day
Your pov

   Someone joined the table with us who tried to stay sober. I looked up to see Dylan. He's a singer who debuted this year and hes younger than I am. I listened to a couple of his songs which he wrote  himself and they're great.

   "Hi! I'm Dylan Lane." He smiled at me shaking hands.

   (Pick an actor for this boy yourself that is not Tom because Tom is Pete, he needs to be 17 or so and will like you)

   "I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you." I smiled.

   "I'm Sam." Sam said.

   "I know you guys. I mean who doesn't. Really appreciate your songs. I love Never Grow Up." He talked directly to me. "What a heartbreakingly beautiful song."

   "Thanks. I like Love Yourself. It's great." I complimented him and his eyes glowing like a child seeing candy.

   "You know my song...?"

   "Yeah, of course."

   "Wow... sorry. You're like my idol so I'm really excited that you know about it." He smiled.

   Sam smiled at me like he knew something.

   "What?" I asked.

   "No. No. Nothing." He shrugged.

   "Anyway, I'll be throwing a birthday party next week, I already invited your crew and some of my singer friends, but I would be very happy if you'd come." He gave me begging eyes.

   "My schedule is very shitty right now but if i'm free I'll visit." I smiled and he smiled back. Then he got up on his feet, putting both hands behind his back. "I hope i'll get to see you around."

   "Me too."

   I witnessed many of these situations before. Where one wanted to be my friend or smoothly coming up to say hi. Most of them just want some of the fame and when they realize I sing for myself not the money, they leave.

   But that boy, was not the same as the others. I can tell.

   "He likes you." Sam said.

   "I have a boyfriend..." I said.

   "Where is he now? Why isn't he here with you then?"

   "He is with his friends..."

   Sam sighed. "You should read some of the news... Not yours, of course, i know you don't like to read them, but Pietro's..."

   "..." I just listened. Now on the stage for artists to have fun was Wanda singing one of my songs from my first album called You Are In Love.

   I needed to get to Pietro. I mean that's his sister singing my song. Where the hell is he now?

   "I'll find him." I told Sam and he just nodded. I got up, looking around, he's not at the dance floor and he's  definitely not watching his sister, the last place to check is the bar.

   The candles were light up at every corner, setting up the mood and tone for the party. I followed the flames into the room with soft, jazz songs sung by one of us.

   In front of the bartender, Pietro was kissing Jane.

   I froze there as all the color drained from my face and started matching the white wall behind me. My heart couldn't bare another break. The latest wounds haven't healed yet.

   I turned back and thought. Fuck this party. What's the point of being here anyway. All I wanted to do was write songs for people to listen to. Being at a party to show off outfit is pointless anyways.

   I grabbed my purse that was left on the table. Sam was nowhere to be found. But I didn't care. I couldn't control myself. I just needed to get out of there.

   I grabbed my phone and earplugs, putting them in my ears to block all the noise and my thoughts screaming in my head.

   God. Something. Please, some song at all right now so I don't lose my mind.

   Everything in me stopped shaking as (Your favorite song) played. My heart finally stopped pounding in my chest and beat along the rhythm.

   I sighed and walked tiredly to the parking lot realizing I arrived here in my company's limousine. Alright, fine. (Y/n) (L/n) is taking an Uber home.

   I heard a camera flashing. I looked around seeing a couple of paparazzi.

   Oh for god's sake, give me a break.

   I kept my face straight like Steve told me too. It wouldn't look good on a magazine page with a picture of me showing my middle finger to them (I did once).

   They walked closer, licking their lips. "Hey (Y/n)!"

   "C'mon guys." I groaned. "I'm a human being, can you not take pictures of me every two seconds?"

   "Where's Pietro Maximoff?"

   "Guys please." I knew i should've called my body guard out today.

   "Is it true that Real Friends is about JaneZ, or is it Liz Allan?"

   I said nothing. Jane? Really, her stage name is JaneZ? That's like a rip-off of Jay-Z. The hell? I thought, making my way to the road, with them following like stalkers.

   "Hey. We're asking you something. Answer us."

   "Guys, this is too much." It feels like they're going to kill me soon.

   "Just reply, that's all."

   "It's personal."

   "Well. You put the story in your song. I don't think it's that personal, Miss."

   "It's not my fault that I write songs about myself and people wanting to know more about who's story is behind it. I'm doing what I love, and if that's how you think, you should question your nosiness."

   "How d---"

   A car parked fast in front of us and the paparazzi stepped back, I stared at the mirror that rolled down, Peter Parker was driving the car.

   "Peter?" My eyes widened open.

   "What are you doing out here? Get in!!"

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   He was driving the getaway car.

   I'm next to him in the front seat, i don't really know what to say or to do. This is the first time in more than a year that we are near.

   "New car?" I asked.

   "Yeah. It was a gift." He replied, normally, we're both acting too normally.

   "You can... park me somewhere out here. I'll call someone to pick me up."

   "Pietro?"

   Here we go.

   "No, probably Bucky."

   "Why did you leave so soon? I was just about to enter?" He said, eyes on the road.

   "I just needed to leave him." I said distantly.

   "Why? A fight?"

   "Why do you care so much? Why don't you go pick Liz up or something."

   "We broke up after you exposed her."

   "Damn."

   "I'm sorry." He said parking the car right there on the street in the middle of nowhere. He stared at an empty road painfully, then finally faced me. "For everything. I'm sorry."

   "Apology not accepted but... i'm glad you are sorry for everything you've done." I said coldly, looking away, i won't let him see my face.

   "I know it's been awhile and you hate me now, but... i can't get over you." He muttered hardly like he tried but it wasn't working.

  "..."

   "Like. I'm not even playing any games and just telling you directly. I tried finding someone new. Thinking I could love them but I just can't, I can't love any of them."

   "What do you expect me to say? Let's get back together?" I told him. "What you did, was unforgivable and a shitty thing to do."

   "I know. And i'm not expecting you to love me again after all i've done but i just needed to get it off my chest."

   "Right. The world is always too heavy for your shoulders."

   "Stop bringing up the past."

   "You're literally stuck in the past."

   "We both can't get over our past. Don't lie to me. I listen to your songs. You said you still love me like a fool."

   "I wrote that song the first month we broke up dumbass! I don't love you now." I shouted.

   "Oh? Yeah! Then explain this whole song!" He yelled back. We turned into 4 year olds fighting. He took out my album from his bag, then put the disk into the car's player.

  "When did you even buy my album?"

   "This morning. On iTunes too." He shoved the disk in and fast forward to track 13.

   Oh no.

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   'Took you like a shot, thought that i could chase you with a cold evening. Let a couple years water down how i'm feeling about you.' My voice echoed in the car.

   "Turn it off, i cringe when i hear myself sing." I tried to stop the song but he grabbed my hands.

   "Your voice is good. I don't know why you even complained about it all these years."

   'And every time we talk, every single word builds up to this moment. And I  gotta convince myself that I don't want it even though I  do.'

   "See? You do." He forced me to listen to my own song.

   "I wrote this song long time ago. My feelings changed."

   "I read your interviews. This is the last track you jut added to the album."

   "Jesus Christ Peter."

   'You could break my heart in two. But when it heals it beats for you. I know it's forward but it's true.'

   "You said it's true!"

   "Just... because it rhymes!" I stuttered.

   'I wanna hold you when i'm not supposed to. When i'm lying close to someone else.'

   My songs are killing me alive right now. I should've listened to Natasha and not put this song on the album.

   'You're stuck in my head and i can't get you out of it, if i could do it all again. I know i'd go back to you.'

   He stared at me with his eyes full of hope and sadness. "You said it yourself. (Y/n)."

   "..." Too close. He was too close. I could feel his breath. I can see all the fragments of brown in his eyes, even in the dark.

   "I know you never lie in your song. Because this is what we do. We take parts of our memories out and rhyme it with melodies. I know we could never get back together but tell me, i'm not alone with this feeling." He begged, he was so vulnerable and fragile, it made me feel bad.

   "Don't. Peter, please... this is useless."

   He bent closer from his seat then put one hand behind my neck, forcing me to face him, another hand slipped to my back. And he kissed me.

   I was breathless, but he wouldn't let go, he's bringing all the memories back by a touch. He needs to stop right now. This isn't right. We're so wrong for each other.

   I don't know how long we kissed but finally something stopped him. It was a flashing light, we split apart then stared at the motorcycle and a man on it with a camera.

  
   The paparazzi.

   "Oh shit!" He shouted as the motorcycle drove away.

   "..." I froze helplessly.

   "He got our picture... he got a picture of us kissing." He told me.

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