i groan at the sound of wilbur's curses having awakened me so prematurely in the morning. god doesn't he know what sleep is?
"via. love, get up," he says, dragging the blanket off me, coldness quickly sweeping over my skin. "what the hell, wil? what's all this?" i ask, sitting up agitatedly while pulling my legs to my chest and arms around my knees. i resent having been woken up at such an hour, but he doesn't seem to take notice as he shoves his phone into my view. "they've found out."
"they.. huh?" i ask, completely out of it as the bright screen almost blinds me. my eyes finally focus on the screen in front of me, revealing article upon article of gossip news. for a second, i can't figure out how the hell any of it would be relevant to me until i remember just who my boyfriend happens to be...
"oh my god. oh my god!" i gasp, taking the phone out of his hands as i read the article to myself, my mouth silently forming the syllables in incredulity.
'is one of the uk's most eligible bachelors finally off the market? internet personality wilbur soot caught holding hands with the lesser-known via burton, a fellow musician who can be spotted on a few of wilbur's streams as of late.'
i hear the familar scratchy voice who i realise belongs to tom coming from the device in my hand, and as i scroll i see a snippet of the vlog we filmed with him at the bottom of the page as a reference.
it's the outro, and in the background, there's a shot of wilbur unconsciously grabbing my hand. you can hardly see us, but it's clear by our outfits and the rest of the vlog that it's wil and me together.
i search for my phone, concealed under the covers, that i keep on silent during the night, and when i finally find it, i discover, much to my dismay, that my notifications are being blown up with texts, tweets, comments, etc.
this has to be a dream.
i check instagram first, scrolling through the comments of my last post; it's one of tom, will, and i's trainers on the pavement an hour before the video went up.
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viahatesyou guess who came to visit?
carterskindacool wish it were me :((
wimblur5lut omg meet up!!
caddyswcrld since when is my best friend famous?
subpoenasbaby ARE WE NOT BRINGING UP WHAT WAS IN THE OUTRO??!!!
skata.taylorsversion totally support you and will! i won't assume but i will hope..
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"well shit." i mutter finally, for lack of any other way to respond to the mixed reactions. i look at wilbur, trying to decipher his expression and get a glimpse of what he was feeling. he looks up at me as his messy curls fall before his coffee brown eyes and shakes his head, standing up.
"wil? i ask, afraid he might be angry with me.
"no, no it's alright," he says immediately after seeing my face. "come on, let's go eat something and talk about this, 'kay?" he finishes, tilting my chin up with his finger. "you're so corny." i say, swiping at his hand.
he shakes his head and walks out, swirling a finger in a circle to the side of his head in a 'you're mental' gesture.
i stand up quickly and follow him out of the room, the cold floor hitting against my bare feet sending tingles through my body. "will. wilbur. beanpole." i say, poking him in the space between his shoulder blades repeatedly until he turns around. "what?" he asks finally, stopping in his tracks and spinning around.
"i like you, wil." i answer simply.
"yeah? you got a crush on me, livvy?" he asks in an annoying schoolboy tone. i roll my eyes and stand up on my tiptoes in an attempt to make our height difference less prominent.
"what if i do?" i ask defiantly. i love messing about with wil- he's a very fun person to joke with.
he nods to himself for a minute, his mouth twisted to the side as if he were debating something in his mind. then, after a moment, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"william gold, you are the most immature man i have ever met!" i squeal as he runs to the kitchen. he eventually sets me down on the counter and sets about finding what he calls 'sustenance,' while i busy myself thinking of what a romcom moment we just had.
"and here i thought we were being so sneaky." wilbur intones, digging into the cupboard and locating a half empty (and quite frankly depressing) bag of crisps, tossing the newfound treasure into my delighted hands.
around a mouthful of crisps, i state plainly: "yeah. bollocks."
"how very british of you." wilbur laughs, then grows a bit more serious. "so what do you want to do about all this?" he asks. it takes me a moment to figure out my response, but when i really think about it, i already know what i want: time.
"i'm not ready to tell them yet" i say, licking my lips for any last crumbs.
based on this morning alone, and the not-so-fun free sample of what it's like to date someone whos as much in the public eye as wil, i need just a bit more time to figure out how much of my life i want to share online and to become more familiar with the world of internet celebrity before i dive right in.
