#herawrites

I wrote my first multi-chapter and first original work. And I’d like to share.

be warned it’s not beta read and I am mainly an artist- but I think I did good!

it is about my OC Hera, and her POV in the ongoing tumblr event, creative life!! (@/creative-life-event)!

Summary under the cut:

Why you trollin’ like a bih? Ain’t you tired? Tryin’ strike a chord and it’s probably A minorrrrrrr

Drake quickly snapped the stereo off.

Why would Kendrick say such a thing about him? Drake thought that when J. Cole had called them the big three that it was a good thing. But it seemed Kendrick had some things to get off his chest. However, Drake didn’t know why he decided to make his secret burning hatred of him public. Especially after all those sweet times Drake had spent with Kendrick. His favorite being the romantic private dinner cruise on the Seine at sunset. But, as Drake thought about more and more of their dates, he realized that they had never shared a kiss between them. Not even a peck. The closest was always when Kendrick would kiss the top of his hand before and after dates and Drake would go home and kiss the same exact places Kendrick had.

Finally, he made it to LAX airport. He pushed past a crowd of Kendrick fans who had recognized him. Dozens of phones pushed into his face and people laughing at him and singing along to those horrible and untrue lyrics. BBL Drizzy this, A minor that. Still, he tried his best to push past them. Though he could tell that news had already spread that he was at the airport and since his flight wouldn't board for another 4 or 5 hours he would be stuck here getting calledBBL Drizzy and worse.

Drake wasn’t wrong about the news spreading fast. All the way across town, Kendrick paced in his studio. He wanted badly to publish an anti-diss track. One that would show how sorry he was to Drake and for destroying him through the thing that connected them the most, music. However, he knew his fanbase. If he backtracked now, he would be seen as weak and his career would be over. The more he paced, the more he realized he would have to pick between his two loves; rap or Drake. The decision would be one of his hardest yet.

It was in the middle of his pacing when his closest friend, Leland (or more commonly known as Metro Boomin) burst in.

“Yo, Kendrick! Have you seen TheShadeRoom’s latest post? Apparently Drake has been spotted at the airport.” He announced in a quiet tone after closing the door. Kendrick’s face dropped in horror as his head snapped up to see if he heard Metro correctly.

“At the airport?” He asked, clarifying.

“Yea, he had his suitcases and everything. Suitcases looked big. He might be gone for a while. Might disappear to the same island in the Caribbean where Tupac is hiding.” Metro looked at him, serious concern showing in his eyes. He paused and continued. “What will you do?”

“I have to apologize.” He said before snatching up his jacket and phone and rushing out.

Kendrick had made it to the airport in less than an hour and a half. He knew he ran a couple red lights and he would bribe the judges for those later. But right now, he had only one thing on his mind. Or rather one person on his mind. Kendrick rushed through the airport, using fans’ posts as a way to track his love down.

Eventually he found him. Drake was standing in the middle of a coach, glancing over the bags. It was a sight to behold. Kendrick could tell he was crying, but he still looked as beautiful as ever. He slowly walked into the store and called out to him.

“Drake?”

Drake tensed up, terrified. Slowly he turned and that's when he saw him. His heart skipped a beat. Even now as he was supposed to be upset and angry and hurt at the man in front of him, he couldn’t. He still loved this man. But the betrayal did sting.

“What do you want, K Dot?” He said, trying to put as much venom in his voice as possible. He watched him up and down, and he could tell he just came from a studio session.

“You.” Kendrick said in a hushed tone, moving closer.

Drake raised an eyebrow and took a step back. “Excuse me?”

Kendrick cleared his throat and spoke louder. “You. I want you. I only want you. I’m sorry for the things I said. It was just the music. I wanted to be legendary. I didn't want to just be the “Big 3”, I wanted to be number 1 and I thought I could prove I was number one by initiating a rap battery amongst us. Before I knew it, J. Cole dropped out and it was me against you. I realize that I hurt you and knowing that I hurt you, agonized me. I'm truly and wholeheartedly sorry. I will even give up my music to prove it to you. Just how sorry I am.”

Drake's eyes started to well up but he quickly stopped them away and sniffed.

“You really, REALLY, hurt me, Baka.” He said softly, the tears coming back to threaten to fall down his cheeks.

“I know and I'm really sorry. But I will do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am. And if you never forgive me or want to talk to me again, then that will be fine. I deserve it.”

The world seemed to pause as neither of the two continued to talk. They stared at each other for a while. There was no movement in the Coach outlet. Everyone seemed to have been holding their breath and holding up phones. Then suddenly, Drake dropped his luggage and Kendrick took that as his cue. The dark skinned shorter male stepped forward and took the other's face gently in one hand and snaked the other around his waist. He pulled him closer and hesitantly pulled his face closer, giving Drake ample opportunity to pull away.

He didn't, and so Kendrick closed the gap, his lips locking with Drake's soft juicy ones. A burst of applause and cheer erupted in the airport, but he didn't care. All he cared about was the kiss. Oh, how long did he want to do that? Since he first met him.

He felt Drake deepen the kiss and so he opened his lips partly and caught Drake's bottom lip in between his teeth. He softly played around with it before pulling back and gazing into his love’s eyes.

“I love you. So much. I'm so sorry for everything. I hope one day… one day you can forgive me.” He whispered.