Matthew Espinosa Imagines

She Don't Like The Lights (for everyone this time)

"(Y/N) where is Matthew?!?" A paparazzi screams in my ear. I'm being mauled by a group of paparazzi, about 12 of them. One of them grabs my jacket and tugs on it.

"LET GO OF ME!" I scream with aggression. After doing so, they all take their pictures, the lights so bright I can't even see. The man let's go of my jacket and pushes me down. I shove and push, running as fast as I can to my black mustang. I open the door, looking back to see the group running towards me. I get into my car, and lock the doors. My keys are in my purse, I don't even bother to dig through it, I dumped all of the contents out and searched through my stuff. I put the keys in and turn my car on. Just as soon as I thought I'd get away, they surround my car. I honk the horn rapidly and just start slowly driving. They all walk out from the front of my car. I speed away and drive to my mothers, parking my car in her garage, so that the paparazzi wouldn't recognize my car and surround my moms house. This is all happening because I'm dating Matthew Espinosa, the pop star viner. He's on tour with Magcon right now so I haven't seen him in weeks. I walk into the living room, plopping myself on the couch. I take off my shoes just throwing them on the floor. I take out my phone, checking to see if Matt has called or texted. Nope.

"(Y/N), What's wrong?" My mom grabs my legs, pulling them up so she can sit on the couch as well. I sit up, look at her eyes and just cry.

"I can't take this anymore Mom! I just wanted to go get food and on my way out I was mauled! Pushed down, grabbed! And I don't want to tell Matthew because he's on tour. He has a lot on his plate. It'll make his tour bad.!" I sob, my makeup smearing down my cheeks. My mom grabs the tissue box on the counter next to her. She pulls some tissues out and hands them to me. I wipe my eyes, which are all red and swollen.

"(Y/N), you need to tell him. He's your boyfriend, he needs to know. This may be hard but you need to stay strong for him. Just until he gets back." She gives me a concerned look. I pull out my phone and dial Matthews number. After a couple rings, he answers.

Matt; Hey babe! I miss you.

(Y/N); I miss you too Matt. When will you be back?

My voice sounds weak, and almost cracks.

Matt; What's wrong? Babe, what happened?

I stay silent for a moment and look at my mom. She nods her head, giving me a reassuring look.

(Y/N); I was assaulted by paparazzi a little bit ago.

Matthew; Are you serious?! YOURE COMING ON TOUR WITH ME (Y/N)! This is ridiculous! I'm sending Mahogany to come get you tomorrow. Pack your bags.

I smile at the thought of being able to see Matthew everyday. And being able to escape the paparazzi. But then again, there will be when you're with him. But he has body gaurds so it shouldn't be bad.

(Y/N); Will do Mattchu. I love you so much. Thank you.

Matthew; I love you too. You're welcome. I gotta go, we have rehearsals, the show is starting soon. Bye.

He then hangs up.

"What did he say?" Mom asks.

(Y/N); he's taking me on tour.

You smile.

The next day you are greeted by Mohogany and she takes you to Matthew and the other guys. You join him for the rest of the tour. He ordered that you have a body guard at all times when you aren't with him. You finally escaped the paparazzi and got to see Matthew whenever you wanted.