A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing an RPF so I'm hoping you guys will like it. This story was inspired by the most recent pic Naya tweeted of her [probably] in NYC, the speculations that HeMo and Sid have broken up and my own little conspiracy theory regarding the HeYa and Achele drama. As of now, this is a one shot but I'm not sure…let me know if you want more chapters.
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Chapter 1: Don't You Wanna Stay?
It was nearly midnight and I still couldn't sleep. I've spent the past two hours tossing and turning on my bed trying to fall asleep but to no avail. I kicked off the sheets and stood up. I stretched around a bit then reach for my cellphone. I automatically checked Twitter just to see what everyone's up to. I looked at my mentions and see everyone telling me that they've trended something for me. I scrolled through them to find one with a picture. I found one and opened the picture.
"BRITTANA TIL THE END"
I smiled sadly at the picture. It was nice to know that the fans still loved Brittana, as they call it, but I knew all too well that 'Brittana' was just a work of fiction. I closed my Twitter and went through my pictures until I found the one I'm looking for. It's a picture of a certain blonde dancing on the dance floor, oblivious of the camera that had taken her picture and even more oblivious of the fact that I was staring at her the whole time. I scrolled some more and find pictures of happier times. Me and Heather fooling around on set, some pictures from Mexico and many others. All of a sudden, I get a text from Matt.
"Hey, beautiful. I know you're probably asleep by now but just so you know, I'm thinking of you."
I felt my chest tighten and I was suddenly reminded of the reality that I had to live. Heather is with Taylor and I'm with Matt. I mean, yes, Matt isn't the greatest guy on the planet and I know for a fact that my fans hate him but he has his moments. And he's a good enough distraction. I shook my head and ignored the text, deleting it immediately. I put on a pair of sneakers and grabbed my coat. There was no way in hell I was gonna fall asleep so I figured I could go for a run. They always seem to help me relax anyways.
Running in New York City at night in December probably isn't my smartest idea but it did help me get my mind off Heather. I was too busy worrying about freezing my ass off…which wasn't exactly much of an improvement. I decided to go to this little café that Dianna and I found a while back during our first few trips. It was only 5 minutes away from the hotel I was staying at which was a big plus. I walked briskly not only because I'm out on the street at midnight in New York City but also because I could barely feel my fingers.
When I got to the Blue Dog Café, I noticed that there weren't many people which as a good thing. That meant less chances of this turning in to a media frenzy. The staff here was friendly and very accommodating. Not a minute after I sat down at the bar, a shot of what looked like whiskey was placed before me. I looked up and saw a familiar face.
"Hey there, Joey. Been a while," I said before downing the shot.
"It has been a while, Naya. How's Hollywood?" the elder man said.
I let out a laugh. I asked for another shot.
"Oh you know, crazy as ever," I replied.
He slid me my shot and walked over to where I was.
"So, what are you in town for?" Joe asked
"Doing some finishing touches for my album. I'll probably stay here for New Year's too,"
"Finishing touches, huh? How long has that been going on?"
"What does that mean?" I said defensively as I downed my shot.
"My grand daughter loves you and has been waiting for that album for what she says is three years now," he said with a laugh.
I blushed and gave him a defeated look.
"I want it to be special, kay? I had a little trouble convincing the label about the kind of direction the album was headed but I eventually had it my way," I said.
We remained silent for a while. Neither of us talked as I fiddled with my shot glass.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" he said quietly as he placed another shot in front of me.
I looked up at him with a questioning look.
"What?" Joe said, "You're quite easy to read, Naya. I'm guessing there's something with that Heather girl again" he continued
"How on earth do you do that?" I asked, trying to change the subject
"I'm a bar tender. I interact with people all the time," he shrugged, "Now stop trying to change the subject," he said with a grin.
"It's nothing," I sighed.
"Doesn't look like nothing."
"She has a boyfriend and I have mine," I said, "I just wish things weren't so awkward between us."
"Well, why is it so awkward?"
"I've already told you," I said, sporting a signature Santana eye roll, "We used to fool around when she and her boyfriend broke up. Ever since they got back together, well, things have been nothing short of awkward."
"I repeat," he said, "Why is it awkward? I mean, if you two were just fooling around then and now you're not, what's the big difference? I remember you telling me that the both of you have always been flirty with each other anyways."
"I don't…I don't know. I just… I hate seeing her with him," I admitted, "It makes me wanna puke."
Joe chuckled.
"Well, it sounds to me you're jealous of her boyfriend."
"What?! I am not jealous of Sid," I scoffed.
"Sid? Believe what you want but I think you're jealous," Joe said, "You think it should be you instead of him."
"I don't. I just want my best friend back," I insisted, "I just want things to be normal again."
"Normal. The word resonated in my head. What exactly was the 'normal' I wanted?" I thought to myself. My thoughts were disturbed by the sound of a familiar voice calling out my name.
"Naya?"
I turned around to find the source of the voice. I turned around and found myself looking in to a pair of familiar blue eyes.
"H…Heather?" I croaked out.
Heather smiled sheepishly and walked towards me. There was snow tangled in her blonde locks and the freckles on her face seemed more defined in the dimly lit café.
"What are you doing in New York?" I asked
"Wanted a change of scene. Oh and it's been a while since I saw my dance friends so I figured I'd visit them," Heather replied.
I simply nodded, still unable to fully recover from the shock of Heather being here.
"So, uhh, what brings you here?" she asks almost too quickly.
I knew she was trying to prevent things from being awkward which I appreciated.
"Weird formal business stuff for the album," I replied, "So, uhh, I'll see you around. I was headed back to my hotel anyways."
I left some cash on the bar and waved goodbye to Joe then to Heather. I stood up and walked out of the bar as fast as I could without being too obvious. A few steps out and I heard someone running towards me.
"Nay, hold up!"
Heather jogged towards me and falls to my left side as she always does.
"What's up?" I ask
"Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you got to your hotel safely," she replies.
I stopped walking to cross the street and almost instantly I feel Heather take hold of my hand. I allowed myself to blush, hoping that my scarf would hide my red cheeks. This was typical of Heather. She would always do that whenever we walked around but this time around, her touch burned right through my gloves. The feeling was nothing new. Ever since she and Taylor got back together, every stolen glance, every touch, everything burned me. I felt that all of it wasn't mine to claim…that Heather wasn't mine to claim. That being said, I knew I was part of the reason why we drifted apart. Heather would reach out and I would just ignore her advances. That was what she wanted, right? She wanted Taylor and I was simply respecting her wishes.
I didn't know how or when we arrived at the Hilton but we did. Heather let go of my hand and I instinctively frowned at the loss of contact.
"Get your head together, Rivera. You weren't supposed to be holding hands in the first place!" I thought to myself.
"How did you know I was staying here?" I asked her as we stepped in to the elevator.
"This is where you always stay," Heather replies nonchalantly.
I pressed the button for my floor and nod. Heather walked me to my room and I turned around and gave her a quick and awkward hug.
"Taylor and I broke up, you know." She says quietly.
I broke our hug and looked at her.
"What?" I ask, unsure of what I'd just heard.
"We broke up nearly two months ago," she repeats.
Unsure of what to do, I simply take her hand and gave it a soft squeeze. I gave her a sympathetic smile and hold her hand tighter.
"Anyways, I'll see you around," Heather says as she turns around.
I watched her walk away and disappear as she turned the corner. My head told me to open the damn door and go inside but my feet began to move and soon enough I found myself running after Heather.
"Heath!" I shout as the elevator doors close.
Heather's head popped out as she opened the elevator doors with both hands.
"Nay?" she says as she steps out the elevator
"Don't you wanna stay?" I ask her with a nervous smile.
I looked up and saw Heather smiling, that twinkle in her eye was back.
"I'd love to," she says with a grin.
She reached for my hand and I reached for hers. Our hands join, fitting perfectly with one another's. I wasn't burned. I was home.
A/N: There you goooo! I'm not really sure if I should continue this or not… Let me know if you want another chapter in the reviews! Or you can tell me on tumblr…
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