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I enter Chase's room and shut it behind me, walking over to where he is on the bed. "Hey, babe" he pulls out one of his airpods to wrap an arm around me, "hi."

Chase raises an eyebrow at my short response. I know he'll figure out something's up but before he can ask me anything, I speak first. "How was your day?" I mumble into his hoodie, "It was good, a little busy but it was alright. Had a few meetings with the boys which I didn't really pay attention to."

"How was yours?" he asks gently, like he's trying to not upset me. "Eh" I shrug, shutting my eyes as I press myself against him, by now he definitely knows something is wrong. "Babe? Did something happen?"

There it is. The question that has been on his mind since I walked in.

But I refuse to give him a direct answer, choosing to answer his question with another one, "Chase?" He hums in response, "could you just hold me?" he puts his phone down and wraps both arms around me, "Of course, princess." he drops a small kiss on my forehead.

We're silent for a bit, just enjoying each other's presence. It's just one of those days...

I don't even know what to feel. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from falling. When I manage to calm myself down without Chase knowing, he speaks up "hey babe, I promised the fans I'd go live at 8pm..."

"Do you want me to leave? I could come back later" I open my eyes, lifting my head from his chest. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant, I just wanted you to know that I'm going live and if you wanna stay, I'm not stopping you" he shakes his head.

"I..." I stop myself from telling him I need him and instead "I'll stay." He lets go of me for a second to prop his phone against his laptop on the table in front of us. When he comes back, he wraps both arms around me, holding me tighter and he may not know it but it's exactly what I need.

People start flooding the live and there's a ton of questions and exclamations. Chase starts answering questions but, he ignores every question that concerned our relationship.

"Are you married?" he reads out, confused, he reads it out again. "I- What?? Where did that even come from?" the comments mention something about someone spreading news that he got married in secret.

"No, guys. I'm not married, where do these rumors even come from?" he laughs. "You guys want me to guest some of you?" he asks and I tense, I don't think I want him to give his fans access to saying something hurtful, they already talk enough in the comments.

"Yeah? Princess, what do you think?" Chase doesn't notice my hesitation to answer, my mind tells me to say yes, I mean I could always ignore whatever they say.

But it's never that easy

"Sure, just pretend I'm not here" I answer, hiding my face in his neck to avoid looking at whoever he ends up guesting. I've always gotten hate for dating Chase and it's worse considering I'm a person of color.

"Omg, Chase" a girl's voice squeals from the phone. "Hey, how are you?" I can just hear his smile, he always gets so happy when he talks to his supporters. "I'm so good. I love you so much" she gushes, Chase chuckles at her enthusiasm.

"Is that Y/n?" she asks, "Yeah, she's just a little tired right now" he answers, kissing my hair. "Why are even dating her? She's not even your type and she's so ugly" the fan scoffs.

Chase tenses under me, "I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk about my girlfriend like that."

But, the girl who claims she's a fan continues to talk "she's just so... ew and you deserve better, I just think-" He removes her from the live before she could complete her sentence.

"Baby, hey, look at me" I raise my head to meet his eyes, tears welling up in mine. "Hey, hey, no, stop. Please don't cry, I love you. I love you so much you know that? It doesn't matter what she said, you are my life, the whole reason for my fricking smile and that's not for anybody else to understand but me, okay?" Chase presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

He pulls away, gives me a smile and pulls me closer to him before turning to his phone. "Here's what I want to you guys to know, this girl here" he points at me, "is the love of my life. She makes me feel things I don't even understand, I don't know how you can call yourself a fan and hate the person that makes me smile. I don't understand why you as a fellow female should be bringing another female down. I don't care what you think of our relationship, I don't want your opinions."

He picks up his phone, "if you genuinely support me, you'll keep your rude comments to yourself" he ends the live right there. When he puts his phone down, he turns to look at me, scanning my face for any sign of sadness.

I place my hands on his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss, "I love you, Chase" I murmur against his lips. "I love you more" he pulls me back into a heated kiss.