" I love you, I love you, I love you. " Bright let out almost desperately, caressing the boy's cheeks lovingly.
                          
Win felt unfathomable warmth invade his body at the older's presence.
                          
"I love you too. " He breathed out, admiring the boy's red irises, he felt stuck in a trance. As if he wasn't conscious of his surroundings and the only thing he could see, feel or hear was the boy in front of him.   
                          
ooOOoo
                 
Time: 8:52am      
                          
Ring Ring Ring Ring
                          
The sound was violent, and piercing to his ears as he struggled to get up. 
His body felt tired, he felt worn out yet the memories from the night before managed to tumble on his shoulders like a ton of bricks.
                          
"H-hello?" He barely managed to let out. His voice raspy, throat sore,  and mind all over the place.
                          
"Win Metawin! How dare you take longer than three minutes to answer my call? Do you know what time it is, what the fuck are you doing!?" He felt his ears throb at her grating tone of voice.
                          
"Cara please, can you be quiet. I get it, I'm late. I'm sorry." He breathed out looking around the room for any signs of a body.
                          
"Win," She paused as if thinking of what to say, yet Win could almost hear the concern in her tone.
                          
"A-are you okay?"
                          
It's been 3 years since he met Cara. 
He was introduced to her at an event for discovering potential models. He never liked her in the beginning, she was awfully straightforward and harsh with her words. 
Though it only took Win a few months to realise she was only doing it for his sake. 
She recognised his talent and worked extremely hard to get him where he was.
After working with her, doing a couple of shoots here and there, and meeting other models, he had finally captured the attention of Tay, the CEO of Atrovelence Productions. 
It was a big company that had become well known due to their models. 
In other words the "face" of the industry, Bright Vachirawit. 
                          
Tay had gotten into contact with Cara and claimed that Win had potential, he supposedly saw in him what he had seen in Bright. 
                          
Win was honoured to be compared to such a talented model at the time. Until well, Bright's naturally narcissistic and 'bitchy' personality came to light.
                          
The only issue was Tay wanted Win to have another manager, one that would bring out his true "potential" and help him grow. 
Of course, Win was quick to deny. 
If Cara wasn't going to be his manager then he simply wanted out. 
No Cara no Win, simple.
                          
"I'm fine Cara. I just slept pretty late last night." He heard her sigh. 
"If you say so Win. How was your meeting with Bright yesterday?" He ignored her teasing tone. 
He didn't want to think about Bright at all if he was going to be honest, though he knew the topic was unavoidable.
"How do you think it went Cara? The guys a prick there's no point in trying to act civil around him." 
Win bit his lip, feeling like a hypocrite.
He remembers the night before soo clearly. The words that were shared and the inexplainable sensations he felt.
He'd never said the words I love you before to anyone in his life...besides his mother perhaps?
                          
There was no way he could ever tell Cara what surpassed the night before, it was out of the question.
                          
"Try to be civil Win. Being hostile isn't going to get you anywhere. Afterall, it's not only your own fanbase you have to worry about but his aswell." 
Win snorted at that. 
He recalls reading the rude and agressive tweets directed towards him.
                          
I couldn't care less about that guy's fans'.
                          
"His fans are just as insensitive as he is!"
                          
"Win, we've already spoken about this before. Don't mind them, they don't know you in person. They're only buying what they see on the media!" Win groaned in annoyance. Arguing with Cara was definitely not what he wanted to do first thing in the morning.
 As much as he didn't want to be near the guy, especially when he didn't need to, Win needed to talk to Bright about the night before.
                          
"Erm..Cara?"
                          
"Yes Win?"
                          
"Do you have Bright's...number by any chance?" Win bit back a groan as her mocking laughter filled his ears.
                          
"Oh? Is Mr Win trying to be friendly all of a sudden?"
                          
"Ugh shut up Cara! Do you have his number or not?" 
                          
Win couldn't believe he was taking the initiative to contact the guy he could hardly bare to look at.
                          
"Okay okay. I'll send it to you in a bit."
                          
"Bye." He shut the phone with a sigh before getting up.
                          
"What the hell?" He walked towards his Window positioned in the back of his room.
                          
Glass pieces had scattered around his bedroom floor, the window frame allowing air to seep through.
                          
As if on cue, memories of last night invaded his mind once more. 
The vivid sound of glass shattering followed by heavy footsteps.
                          
He sighed exaggeratedly, pulling his hair in annoyance.
                          
Now I have to deal with repairing this window when he was the one that trespassed on my property?!
His thoughts were disturbed by the sound of his phone vibrating.
                          
He picked it up swiftly, Cara had thankfully sent him the douchebag's number.
                          
He didn't hesitate and immediately dialled the number.
                          
"Speak."
                          
Who answers the phone like this?
                          
His voice sounded tired and unsettled.
"Bright, it's Win can we meet up?"