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127. Johnny Depp | Can't Help Falling In Love

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Johnny looked at you from across the room, as you smiled at him, making his heart beat just a little bit faster. He knew it was wrong, so so wrong to be feeling this way for someone old enough to be his daughter, but it felt so goddamn good. He couldn't help it, everything about you was so perfect: your pretty eyes that seemed to sparkle, your laughter made him fall in love, your smile that always brightened up his day, your childlike personality, he loved it all.

But what hurt most was that he could never have you. You didn't love him. Someone like you could never love someone like him.

Even if you did share the same feelings, the media would constantly bash you for dating a man three decades older than you; they would accuse you of using him, they would call you horrible names and he couldn't let that happen to you. Johnny would let the media slate him anyday, but not you. Never you.

So he tried, he tried so fucking hard to lock the feelings away deep in his heart.. but every time he saw you, his love for you only grew stronger and stronger. You made him a blushing, stuttering mess; you had him wrapped around your little finger, and you didn't even know it.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice you walking towards him, "hey" your sweet voice brought him back to reality.

His lips held a faint smile and his eyes warmed, "hi."

You looked down and started to nervously fidget with your hands "so.. i was uh... wondering, if you would wanna go on a date sometime? erm.. with me?" God, you were so cute. Johnny decided that he would take up on the chance of going on a date with you, before you fell into someone else's grasp and taken from him completely. If this worked out, and he hoped it would, he would try to shield you from all the bad media and the hate. He wanted to keep you pure, innocent, and above all, happy.

He snapped out of his thoughts when you began to spew out apologies about wasting his time and not to worry about it. You were about to turn away when he wrapped his hand around you wrist, "yeah.. I would quite like that actually." A light blush dusted your cheeks, and you looked at the ground. He reached into his jacket, unlocking his phone and handed it to you, "could I get your number? for.. you know.."

"oh yeah sure." You muttered the numbers under your breath as you tapped the keyboard on his phone screen. When you were done, you handed him the phone and said, "just text me when you're not busy, so we can plan something." He gave you a quick nod. Before you left, you pressed your lips against his cheek and waved goodbye.

Johnny sat back down at the bar and looked for your contact, "(y/n)✨" it read. He let out a chuckle, shook his head, and took a sip of his whiskey.

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"(y/n)," He whispered, as he slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against his chest.

You leaned your head back to rest against his shoulder, "hm?"

"Are you happy with me?"

"What do you mean?" You turned to face him, "Of course I am."

"You don't have any doubts, do you? A-And you're comfortable, right?"

Your hands trailed up his torso, and lightly gripped his jacket, "Johnny, where's all this coming from?"

"C'mon darlin, people are going to find out about this soon, it's a miracle we've kept it a secret for so long. You know what they're gonna say about us, they'll say that you're too young for me, or I'm too old for you. Baby, we're not talking about a few years between us, we're talkin three decades."

(e/c) eyes gazed into his, "You're suggesting that you want to break up?"

His large hands covered yours, and stared right back into your eyes, "No, (y/n), I lo-like you. A lot. I just wanna make sure that you're comfortable being with someone like me. I don't want to lose you.. it's just that.. you know what they'll say. I couldn't give a flying fuck about what they say about me, but I can't let them talk about you in that way. I can't."

"Johnny, if I wasn't comfortable with you, why would I ask you out, hm? You know I don't care about what they have to say about me, never have, so you shouldn't either, yeah?" Your hands slipped out from underneath his and before he said anything else, you left a soft kiss to his lips. You bumped his nose with yours, closed your eyes again, and whispered "It's just me and you, John. Johnny and (y/n) against the world."

-Two months later

He lay in bed with you one night, just thinking, he still had yet to tell his children that he had a girlfriend, and he had to tell them sooner or later, because he didn't want them to find out through some shitty news article. He wondered what they would think, would they feel uncomfortable? uneasy with the fact that his lover was closer to their age than he was? (y/n) wasn't even a decade older than Lily-Rose.

He sighed, and turned to his side to look at you, you were reading a book, the lamp on your bedside table made it look like you were glowing, you were an angel, he saw how you would furrow your brows when you were frustrated at something or how you would bite your lip when you were really interested. You were so beautiful.

He plucked the book from your hands, "hey!" he placed it downwards, still open, so you wouldn't lose your page.

"I want you to meet my kids."

All the colour drained from you face, as you went to look at him "you haven't told them yet?"

He leaned back against the headboard, "no, haven't gotten around to it. plus, I wanted to introduce you to them in person first, thought it'd be nice."

"can't you just tell them.. without me?" You said, a hint of fear and worry in your voice.

He let a chuckle, "well you're gonna have to meet them someday, they're my kids." He turned his head to look at you, and his smile vanished "is something wrong?"

"I mean like.. are you sure this is a good idea?"

"(y/n).. their mother and I broke up years-"

"I'm not talking about Vanessa, Johnny."

Realisation dawned on him, "oh."

"with what's going on at the moment, I think it's best if you keep me out of the way for now. when they're comfortable with the idea, maybe then I can meet them, yeah?" You brought his hand up to your lips, and pressed a kiss to it.

"I- uhm , yeah, it's probably for the best."

You snuggled up next to him, "will you read to me?"

He smiled, and kissed your forehead, "sure."