karlnap / dreamnotfound oneshots

dnf - paparazzi

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I put on black sweatpants and a bomber jacket of Clay's over a simple graphic t-shirt. "Baby, are you ready?" I heard Clay call to me from downstairs.

"I'm coming!" I said, slipping on shoes quickly and making my way downstairs.

Clay was standing in the kitchen and when I came down the stairs he held his arms out toward me, kissing the top of my head. "You look pretty." He said, pulling back to look at my outfit.

I hummed and giggled, kissing his nose. "C'mon simp." I teased, grabbing his hands and pulling him off the wall. "I want dinner."

"Mkay, remember what to say?" He asked when we got to the restruarunt. There was already paparazzi standing near the door of the building, cameras in hand and pointed toward us.

"Yeah." I sighed, releasing his hand and getting out of the car. He wanted to keep our relationship a secret from our fans, I'm pretty sure they already all guessed it but I wanted to do only what made him comfortable.

"George, Dream!" Someone called us over, a big camera in hand and their phone, with the flash on, was pointed directly at us.

"Hi." I said, putting on a fake smile.

"I love your accent George." Someone said from behind the man with the big camera. I just nodded and picked at the skin on my fingers nervously.

"So, how are you both doing? I see you guys came together."

"We're doing good." Clay said, completely ignoring the other statement.

The man nodded. "Are you guys dating or anything? I know you're very flirty in your videos and stuff."

"Um, no, we aren't together-."

"We're dating." Clay interrupted, taking my hand in his and pulling me close.

The man squinted and hummed. "Are you just playing with me?"

I started taking my hand away from Clay's when he cupped my chin and tilted my head up, giving me a goofy smile before leaning down and connecting our lips. I blushed a deep red, putting my small hands on either side of his face and pulling back. I brought my lips to his ear. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I whispered, tugging on the hem of his jacket.

"Happy twenty second, darling." He replied, kissing the side of my head and keeping our hands interlocked.

"Dream not found!" A girl behind the crowd shrieked, making everyone clap and cheer excitedly.

"Why..?" I asked, looking at him confused.

He shrugged. "I know you didn't like hiding it from everyone, is this okay?"

I nodded vigorously, pecking his nose. "Thank you, I love you."

"I love you too, let's go eat now."

All the paparazzi looked at us with wide eyes, speechless about what just happened. I was too.

I took a seat across from Clay and stared at him, taking in his dirty blonde hair and emerald eyes in the dim lighting. "Wh- What's happening." I stuttered, putting my hands on my head.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm perfectly fine, I just wasn't expecting, that."

He smiled and reached for my hand across the table.

"Are you sure it's what you want to do? It's totally fine if you aren't comfortable with it, I can tell them it's a joke." I said quickly, tracing his knuckles lightly.

"Baby." He said, grabbing my fingers. "I want the whole world to know you're mine, you're my Georgie."

My cheeks heated up and I smiled, stretching across the table and meeting his lips. "Thank you." I mumbled, leaving my hand on his cheek and leaning back.

I looked out the window after I heard a slam against it, there was a mob of people outside, all watching us with wide eyes and happy faces.

"George, I love you!" One of them said, banging on the glass with their palm. I smiled and waved, turning back to Clay.

"You're fans are mobbing, Georgie." He said with a chuckle.

We ordered our food and drank Champaign, well, I drank a lot while he told me to slow down and drank half of one glass.

By the time we were leaving it was almost twelve and I had had three glasses.

"Pissbaby." I said to Clay as we were leaving. "Remember when you pissed the bed when I was asleep and you tried to clean it up without waking me?"

He wheezed and nodded. "Yeah, let's save the funny stories for later, alright?" He said, squeezing my hand as he opened the door for me.

"Alright." I said, looking up at the night sky.

"George, how much did you drink, bud?" The paparazzi man asked me, the camera still in my face.

"I'm twenty two!" I said excitedly, snaking an arm around Clay's waist. "I love you." I told Clay, looking up at him and going on my tippy toes to kiss his nose.

"Have a good night, man." Clay told the guy, putting his hand on my lower back and leading me toward the car.

"take care." the guy said, turning his camera toward our car.

i sat in the passenger seat, studying clay and slowly running my hand through his hair. "you really love me."

"i do." he said, nodding and looking at me for a second.

"i love you too."

"i know you do, bub."

i nodded, looking out the window. i felt myself get more and more tired, my eyes slowly closing. "i love you." i said before slipping out of conscious and leaning against the back of the seat, a smile still playing on my lips as i thought of clay.

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this sucked i didn't like this 😀☝️