"Bye, bye."

"Counting down the seconds 'til you're gone."

"Please don't waste my time you pretty girl."

"You spend your hours and your money now on somebody new."

"Kiss me goodnight but in the morning, you break my heart in two."

"Think you're playing my heart so smooth."

"Don't you come back knocking on my door."

"So, you can go ahead and kiss my ass."

"No, don't you dare run right back."

Dior and you, just like every cliche second chance story - were exes. Celebrities but exes. It was just as every other scenario sounded with a flirt. They would play with your heart then leave you with it in pieces.

Dior had done the same to you - she had flirted, dated you, and then made you think she was the love of your life. But she really doing the same to other people.

So, now you didn't fall for her lies whenever she tried to crawl right back to you, using those smooth words to try to win you back. The words were stuck in your mind - "Please forgive me." or "...I promise I can do better!" You just rolled your eyes, scoffed and left.

Dior though... well, she had been lying for the first tries on never doing it again, and she knew you saw right through her lies that were usually so covered - but were now like seeing through glass for your gaze.

The next tries were her actually being genuine, but how was someone supposed to believe a flirt when they were already your ex-girlfriend?

if it were Dior who got her heart and feelings played, she wouldn't believe her ex either.

Tamara had noticed - being Dior's best friend she had just said the usual girl supportive stuff - "Okay, look, she doesn't deserve you. You're so pretty!"

Dior knew she was pretty attractive... but she knew that she didn't deserve you.

You started to get more attractive since the break-up, you had gotten more money from your acting and singing career. Dior had a great life too - but she missed you.

Dior didn't know how to approach you though, but whenever she saw you - flirting with someone else who wasn't her, smiling and looking comfy with them. It was like a knife straight to Dior's heart.

Dior had never felt this way for the people she was playing, so she knew she was definitely attracted to you.

But who wouldn't? You were gorgeous, had an angelic laugh, voice... There was too much to list on what you had that was angelic.

Anyways, Rick had decided to help the cast travel just on break from their acting, which meant they had to share this luxury cruise.

Let's say... Dior practically begged Rick to give you and her the same room when you weren't there - yeah, like literally got on her knees and begged nonstop like a child to a parent - but it didn't matter.

Now, here Dior was, sharing the same room with you in a luxury cruise with the room close to the roof. The room was silent other than the waves against the cruise, making a rhythmic, almost peaceful sound.

It was night, at least nine thirty. You had gone to sleep early in the shared bed to avoid Dior. Though, you couldn't actually sleep.

Dior had noticed you when she was drinking tea and reading a book on the other side of the bed.

Dior set her mug half-filled with tea on the nightstand next to the king-sized bed and put a bookmark on her page and closed the book for a bit, just to scoot and lean over to you and put a hand on your waist. "...Can't sleep?" Dior whispered as she moved closer to you on the bed.