imagines (dua lipa)

11 (f)

your pov:

DAY 1:
it was just a typical week in June and i felt a little weird, i don't know why. dua had been acting really weird lately, she had been coming home late, she changed the password on her phone, she even stopped being as affectionate as she usually is. at first, i ignored it. she has bad anxiety and i thought maybe she wanted more privacy. i started to think, maybe she was cheating. i didn't want to believe it but i really thought she was, with a boy. only because why would she date another girl if i can do anything another girl can do.

i got a voicemail from dua at about 5 pm.

"hey baby, i am gonna be home late again. sorry i have a lot of stuff to do before my world tour and everything." the voicemail from dua said.
i replied back and said "okay it's fine, love you.".
all she said was a heart emoji.

it was 11pm and i started to get really worried. why would she be at work for 6 hours more than she usually is? i called her and asked her.

"hello?" i asked.
"hi Y/N" she said.
"hey duey, when are you gonna be home, i miss youuu" i said in a sad voice.
"i'm on my way, sorry it's so late." dua replied.

i started to think maybe i was overreacting and she wasn't cheating, she was working on a new album so maybe that's why she had a lot of work.
20 minutes later, dua got home.

"hey Y/N, i'm home!" i heard from the front door.

i heard her keys rattling meaning she was unlocking the door.

"hi dua!" i yelled. i tried to act happy so that she wouldn't ask me what's wrong. her lipstick looked smeared. she was definitely cheating but i didn't know how to confront her.

DAY 2:
dua left a little earlier than usual. she usually leaves to work at about 8 but today she left at like 7:30.

it came to the point where dua texted me telling me that she was going to be home late. she said she was gonna be home at 11pm again! i had to do something about it. i didn't have anyway to inspect because she had her phone and laptop. i decided that i would make her want me.

i went to my closet and opened a small drawer at the bottom. i pulled out a black thong and a thin black bra. it basically only covered your nipples so i thought that would work to get dua back.

it was about 10:45 so i went and changed into the outfit and layed down on the couch. i was using my phone until i started to hear the keys ratting again.

"baby i'm ho-" dua said as soon as she walked in.

i was looking down so i couldn't really see what was happening but a heard her purse drop.

"you look so..." dua said and stopped.

i looked at her and raised one eyebrow.

"what i have no idea what to say-" dua got cutoff.
"save it" i said.

i pulled her forward and started kissing her neck. her sweet spot was right under her left ear which was really random but anytime i kiss it she gets turned on. we both sat up as i unbuttoned her cardigan. i also pulled off her crop top. she pulled of her pants and we were both just sitting there for a second. i tried to kiss her but then she stopped me.

"Y/N, what is happening?" she asked.
"uhm.... sex?" i questioned as i said it.
"wait no why, you only do this when you feel like you actually need me." dua said.
"i don't understand what you are trying to say dua." i said.
"i'm saying, is there something wrong? is it because we don't have much time together because of the time i get home? what is it Y/N?" dua asked.
"i don't know, i guess i have been feeling a little weird since you have been staying at work so long, i mean you changed your password too, you don't even tell me that you love me anymore." i frowned.
"what? i don't get it?" she questioned.
"are you... uhm... cheating on me?" i said.
"what the fuck? no Y/N. i am not cheating on you." dua replied a little mad.
"then why was your lipstick smeared yesterday?" i asked.
"bitch i was filming a music video and you knew." she said.
"ohh... explain the late nights?" i said as i squinted my eyes.
"i already told you, i have a lot of shit to do before my tour, and i also have been making a whole damn album." dua said.
"okay and why did you change your password?" i asked.
"my manager kept reading my fucking dms i had to change it so he couldn't get in, the new password is 0822 by the way." she said.
"okay fine, your not cheating."
"do you trust me?" dua asked.
"now i do." i said.
"why don't we get dressed again and eat ice cream and watch a movie." dua smiled.
"okay" i giggled.

we went to our bedroom and changed into real clothes. we just wore our pajamas but it was better than lingerie. dua still looked hot in a baggy sweatshirt and shorts, how?

part 2 out soon!
also sorry, i haven't been updating a s much because i am in VACAYYY!! (in dubai!) also, the Love Again mv... WOWEE.

ALSO, how is my story at NUMBER 1 on #dualipa ?! WOWOWOWOWOW!

love you guys... bye! 🦋