𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
❝All my love❞As much as Angelica wanted to continue in blissful ignorance, she knew it wouldn't be long till her friends, and most importantly her fans, found out about the drama. She accepted her role as the villain, stealing Will from Mia even after she broke his heart in the first place, Angelica was ready for the Twitter hate.
She sipped at her glass of red wine, as she scrolled through Twitter on her laptop, Angelica jumped back slightly as Will's fingertips grazed her shoulder, "Morning, Love" He whispered, pressing a kiss against her forehead.
Will took the glass from Angelica's hand, making his way to the kitchen and pouring the alcohol down the sink, Angelica kept silent, watching him with a small smile playing on her lips, "You fancy breakfast, love?" He questioned.
She nodded her head, closing her laptop and moving it to the side. Angelica's arms wove around Will's waist, leaning against his bare back, she took a deep breath, inhaling his naturally musky scent, "Your home" Angelica murmured, her eyes closed as she leaned onto the older man.
Will chuckled, turning to wrap his arms around Angelica's waist, bringing the brunette close against his chest, "You were serious last night, weren't you?" He asked, blue eyes staring deep into hers.
"Yes" She spoke, as Will reached down to pull a curl behind her ear, he leant down to press a kiss against her forehead, Angelica looked towards the floor, gulping slightly, "You weren't?"
Will tutted, bringing her closer against his chest, "Remember I asked you first, missy" He joked, his hands running through her hair in soft strokes, "Of course I'm serious, baby" Will said.
Angelica looked up at the taller man, a small smile on her lips. Looking up at Will felt like getting a glimpse into heaven, his eyes looked like blue crystals staring down at her with pure adoration.
A large grin broke out on her face, a laugh falling from her lips, "Oh, Behz' and Harry are going to have a field day with this" She chuckled, pulling a curl behind her ear.
Will raised an eyebrow, moving away from the girl to move to her fridge, pouring himself a glass of orange juice, "Well, Behz' already called me Mrs Lenney as an insult" She shrugged her shoulders, "Jokes on him when it's my legal name"
"Mrs Lenney" Will spoke, a grin on his lips. He moved quickly, engulfing Angelica in a giant bear hug, giggles falling from her lips, "Mrs Lenney! You know what Angel?" He muttered, as the two fell against her sofa, "I could get used to that"
He pressed his lips against Angelica's in a hungry kiss, his hand cupping her cheek in a firm grip, Angelica hummed against Will's lips, her tongue teasing his bottom lip, "Husband" She muttered, a giggle falling from her lips, "Husband" Angelica repeated.
"Come on love, I'm starving" Will chuckled, offering Angelica a hand and lifting her up, a kiss pressed against her cheek.
Will lead the way through the busy streets of London, his hand interlaced with Angelica's, his sunglasses protected him from the sun, his grey beanie covering his messy bed head. Angelica tried to keep her face hidden from the press, her grasp on Will's hand tight and sweaty. Her dress blew in the wind, the sun burning her skin.
Angelica could feel the anxiety eating her up, she knew it'd be easier to just rip off the plaster, she made her decision last night - she had to face it at some point and it was now or never. Paparazzi lurked outside their favourite brunch bar, snapping pictures as the couple took seats in the outside booth.
"Ignore 'em, love" Will spoke, throwing his arm around Angelica's shoulders, he pressed a kiss against her temple.
The waitress came over to take their orders, Will gave Angelica a knowing glance as she ordered a glass of white wine, "Shh" She muttered, squeezing Will's hand.
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❝𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬❞ ━ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐍𝐄
Fanfic❝He won't remember all your champagne problems ❞ ━ In which Angelica Sloth breaks William Lenney's heart, along with her own, leaving the two distraught and messy, needing someone to fix them. Wroetoshaw x OC WillNE x OC Fanfiction.