Forever

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Five's POV

"It's good for the Umbrella Academy's success." Dad shouted at me.

"Use Allison and Luther. Not us." I growled.

Dad got up in my face before gritting his teeth and slamming his cane on the hardwood floor.

"End of discussion." He said before slamming the door to his office.

Me and y/n's fans over the past few years, have shipped us together because of our close relationship. It wasn't until a little under a year ago, her and I started dating, but kept it a secret from the public in fear of dad getting angry with us.

A few weeks ago, me being the overprotective idiot that I am, I wrapped my arm around y/n's waist at a celebration party because some guy started to flirt with her. Obviously someone saw, a few people got pictures, we were asked questions about our relationship, and went in for an interview to clear the whole thing up.

We thought dad would be furious with our relationship because of how he reacted with Allison and Luther, but because me and y/n were huge fan favorites, he used us to get more publicity.

So this past week, me and y/n have been going into photoshoots for magazines and meet and greets with our fans instead of missions. I was glad that y/n was being put out of harms way but it seemed that since our relationship has been announced to the public, more boys have been flirting with her and it's driving me crazy.

Tomorrow morning, y/n and I were being sent to yet again, another photoshoot. But I found out from Klaus that this particular photoshoot wasn't going to be as innocent as the others. Before, it was just me and y/n with our backs to each other and holding up finger guns, stuff like that. But word got around that people weren't so happy with the fact we weren't showing off our relationship, so obviously, the people get what the people want.

I was scared of what the photographer had planned. Was y/n gonna have to where something uncomfortable? She's only fourteen so they shouldn't do anything to crazy.

I opened y/n's door to see her cuddled up in her covers with a terrified look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, already having an idea of what she might have to do.

"I heard they might have me wear lingerie. I'm not scared about you seeing me in that, because I change in front of you all the time. Plus, you've taken my shirt off many times to leave hickeys on my chest."

I chuckled.

"What can I say? I love you so much that I want to kiss you?"

She laughed.

"And my body?" She said with a smile.

"You know I love you more than your body." I stated.

"I know." She was silent for a few moments. "But I am worried about the public seeing me like that. I only want you to see me like that, not some horny ass fifty-eight year old man who's only pleasure in life is a mannequin who he named Dolores."

"That was oddly specific." I said.

"I know but I gotta make the references to the readers every once in awhile." She said.

I gave her a confused look.

"What are you talking about?"

"You won't get it. But anyways, I'm scared." She said.