Hey Guys! Before I start the story I was just wondering...

My votes, and reads have been going down. I was just curious is there anything I can do to improve the story or anything?

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Tatiana's POV

My extremely annoying alarm clock jolts meawake, the clock numbers bleeding red. 7:00 AM.

“God damn it.” I mutter groggily, my arm sliding out from underneath the thick covers and slamming the ‘snooze’ button. I snatch my arm back in, rolling myself back in a cocoon with the help of my blankets from the cold.

It's been a month since I've spoken or even seen Paul. And within that month it's been full on crazy.

With the headlines splashed with : PAUL AND TATIANA SPLIT? From the paparazzi barging outside my home yelling and screaming questions about our relationship.

 It’s the morning I depart California and onto Dallas, Texas to open for Chris Brown. Ever since I've gotten better, my phone rings nonstop. I even hired a new manager, Adrianna.

I look over at the clock again and groans.

 I always wake up early to get ready, but my body isn’t letting the leave the bed just yet. My flight is at 2PM and I have to be at the gate at 1:30.

"Fuck..." I mumble putting my head under the pillow. I haven't even bothered packing yet.

Nine minutes later the alarm clock screams out again, and I slam it, and  rolls out of bed slowly. Immediately the cold air hits my skin and I shiver as I stumble my way to the bathroom turning on the lights. I squint my eyes tiredly, having trouble getting used to the brightness.

I turn my sink faucet on and brushes my teeth, washes my face, trying to wake up.

And now that my eyes are focused, my vision is clear and I look in the mirror and notices I have my BAD tour sweater on, with my name written on it. I swallow hard for a moment as the memories of he who is not to be named. I stare at the "Bad" logo and rolls my eyes.

“Ugh.” I groan. “Fuck it.”

Mental Note: Burn it when I come back.

I hop in the shower real quick and when I get out I tie my long dark red silk robe around my body, I blow drying my hair straight before re-curling it with my curling iron. I brush it out watching it as it goes into soft waves. I look in the mirror doing my makeup. I keep my makeup soft, yet smoky and seductive. I have a soft, shimmery nude on my lids, a darker matte brown for the crease and black cat-eye eyeliner. My eyeliner had wings, like they always do, making them more intense and dramatic. I keep my lips into a soft nude matte pink/brownish color.

I stand in the middle of my walk in closet, examining my wardrobe in deep thought.

“What am I gonna wear?” I ask myself under my breath going through racks. I change into a black halter top, black jeans and a black leather jacket and black heels with a strap on the ankle.

“All this dressing up for the damn airport.” I huff, finding some accessories. I slipon a gold Michael Kors watch, with a Chanel quilted backpack.

Sweatpants and a sweatshirt sound amazing, but I have to remind myself....there's paparazzi everywhere. And it's crazy how fast they can catch up or find me.

I drag my suitcase out feom underneath the bed and throws a bunch of clothes and accesories and things and other miscellaneous items that I might need. I always over pack, thinking there are things I need but I end up not using them. I shake my head lightly, I'll just pay for an extra suitcase if needed.

As soon as I'm done packing I go out to the rented red BMW. I put my luggage in and get's in the car starting it up as the radio turns on......

"Hey Pretty Baby With The
High Heels On
You Give Me Fever
Like I've Never, Ever Known
You're Just A Product Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress
I Feel Your Fever
From Miles Around
I'll Pick You Up In My Car
And We'll Paint The Town
Just Kiss Me Baby
And Tell Me Twice
That You're The One For Me....."

"Great.” I mumble, reminiscing about the times they would shoot the video, or how I told Michael my goals in life, what I wanted to achieve. And that let to our own personal memories that they shared….I swallow hard pulling out the driveway not changing the station.

Michael's POV

"Share my life, take me for what I am
'Cause I'll never change all my colours for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do

I don't really need to look very much further
I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow
I won't hold it back again, this passion inside
Can't run from myself
There's nowhere to hide...."

I shut the walkman off quickly closing my eyes as I lean back against the plane seat.

I am going to talk to her when I get home. I need to find her. I have to.

I'm tired of the misery. It's simple. I miss her.......I love her. I swallow hard as I look down playing with my fingers fiddling with the heavy walkman.

"Michael?" Frank says as I look up at him.

"We landed, kid." he says taking the cigar out of his mouth. I fix my fedora getting up. I suddenly feel my heart racing as I furrow my eyebrows lightly looking down for a moment before fixing my jacket.

"What is it, Mike?" Frank says grabbing a carry-on putting it over his shoulder. I shake my head.

"Nothing..I--" I chuckle shaking my head as I walk out the plane with him in the airport.

Tatiana's POV

I check my bag and claims my boarding pass, going through security which was a pain in the ass. Once I made it through I quickly grab a Starbucks and a scone before sitting down. I was early and had time to relax.

There’s no one sitting next to me so I place my  purse on the seat next to me.

Blahblahblahblah “Today’s flight to Dallas Fort Worth International Airport will be three hours and twenty-seven minutes.” The flight attendant announces after announces a bunch of other crap.

“Three and a half hours?!” I look at my watch and groans.

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I can barely keep myeyes open now so I go over to the Starbucks for a round three. Luckily no one was really in the airport today, or I would've been dead.

After I order my drink, I stand at the condiment table waiting as I look down crossing my arms studying my heels.

“Tatiana…” A soft, very familiar voice caresses my back side.

Only one person calls me Tati like that, and his voice jolts me awake. I feel my body freeze.

This can’t be.

I slowly turn around, almost carefully. I slowly meets his gaze and my heart drops to the floor.

This is definitely happening.

Fucking pinch me. Holy shit.

I stay silent, staring up at him in awe.

He’s so fucking beautiful.

He licks his lips before opening his mouth to say something. “Can we talk?”

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Hey guys,

    I'm so sorry I haven't updated! I promise this time they will definitly be more frequent. Please, please, please, vote! I love the votes, reads, and comments so keep them coming!

I really apologize for not updating! I do associate with people here, but i haven't had time to update! School and everything is driving me nuts. I'm modeling full time now, and as some of you guys know I modeled in Project Runway recently!! Pics are on my instagram! But it was a fabulous experience!

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