Sia or Noah?

                                    

                                          

Y/n POV
                          
"Hey y/n!" Noah said shaking me.
"What, huh?" I said rubbing my eyes.
"Were here. Or i am here." He said to me.
"Where?" I asked sitting up from the leather seat of my car.
"I got us all the way to New York. Its almost 7 PM right now. Listen... I have to go." He said swallowing hard.
"Wait, you're leaving?" I said in disbelief,
He nodded, and i saw his eyes where red and puffy. He looked like he had been crying.
"Noah, are you okay?" I asked putting my hand out to touch his eyes.
He swatted my hand away.
"Im fine. Listen i got to go." he said sternly.
"You're just going to leave after all of that?" i said hurt.
"What do you mean?" he asked confused.
"After everything we've been through together? You're just gonna go?" I choked.
"Why are you surprised? Remember our deal? You bring me to New York, and i make you famous." He said coldly.
"Is that all i was to you? You just used me?" i said my voice cracking slightly.
Why is he acting like this? I don't understand? I thought we were friends?
"I cant do this right now y/n. Goodbye." He said.
He got out of the door and walked away.
I watched him leave, my heart feeling swollen and raw.
...
Why?
Why was i acting so hurt?
He was right...
That was our deal. 
I would bring him to New York, and he would make me famous, and then it would all end. 
That was what i wanted.
Is that still what i want..?
... 
I couldn't seem to get Noah off of my mind, so I checked my instagram. I had 100,000 videos tagged on me, and I was all over the explore page.
My texts where bursting with notifications. I checked one of them.
781-671-7899 
                          
- Hello y/n. This is Sia. I saw and heard your video of you singing my song Genius. You are incredible. Please contact me back. I can make you a Spotify account to make more music, and give you a trip to my music creating studio.
Noah must have recorded me singing..
...
I felt my face burning up and i was sweating profusely.
My fingers were staggering across the keyboard, and they were shaking heavily.
                          
- Hello Sia! I am so honored that you saw my video. I would love to meet you, and visit your studio. Just tell me when and where and ill be there.
                          
A few minutes later Sia texted me back...
                          
- You can meet me there tomorrow, actually. It is in New York, near the times square. I cant wait to see you there love❤️
                          
Sia's studio was right near me. 
Maybe it was fate.
I was excited to see Sia, but i still didn't know if i wanted to go. 
I felt like something was missing.
Like something was wrong.
...
Do i really want to be famous?

I missed Noah already, even though he only left a about 10 minutes ago. It was dark outside, and there was pouring rain drumming on the roof of my car.
It is either meet Sia, become a famous singer,
or go find Noah and show him you care about him more than a stupid deal.