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photographer - two

a/n - please votee

olivia and i wait in the small line to get a seat, and i look around, outside the restaurant. paparazzi was still on the other side of the street, surprisingly. 

olivia's pov
i look down at y/n and i's hand still intertwined, which i've been very conscious about. in the corner of my eye, i see y/n look down at our hands too. 

i brush my hand on my jeans as y/n lets go of our hands, moving forward. i take a deep breath, moving forward too.

y/n and i sit at a table of two, and i look at the menu as y/n looks around. "this place is really nice," she says. i look up, and she takes a picture of the restaurant on her camera. i chuckle, and she takes a picture of me.

"the most expensive thing is almost thirty dollars," i chuckle, looking at y/n. "that's, like, almost the same as our dinner," y/n smiles, "i was kidding, about getting the most expensive thing. i think i might just get churros." "i was thinking that," i admit, "do you wanna share?" "so that you don't have to pay as much?" y/n chuckles. "oh, totally," i grin.

y/n and i look around. "do we pay up the front?" i ask. "let me ask," y/n says, standing up. i watch her walk to the front, talking to the worker. she turns half her body, looking at me before looking at the table. she turns back to the lady, saying something. 

i sigh as i watch her tap her phone on the machine, talking to the lady for a few more seconds before walking back. "i think... the food was paid for by someone so kind and generous," y/n jokes as i stand up. "you're so annoying," i laugh, "i'll transfer you. what's your number? i can apple pay." "are you sure you don't just want my number so you can hit me up?" y/n asks, smiling confidently. "you wish," i smile back. "it's all good, liv. i wasn't gonna make you pay, anyways," y/n's hand goes down to me. i look at her hand, wondering what she was trying to do. 

i make an assumption, bringing my hand to hers. i relax a little as y/n pulls me up, and i look over her shoulder as she leans past me, tucking my chair into the table. 

we keep our hands held as we walk out of the store, forgetting where to go. crap, my phone was in pocket that was closest to y/n and i's interlocked hand. if i let go, would y/n hold my hand again? i was too scared to make such a simple move first, even though she didn't. i'm sure it didn't mean anything to her, but it does to me.

i use my hand to attempt to get into the pocket on the other side of me. y/n looks at me, laughing as i try and get it out. "our hands aren't glued together," y/n says, letting go of my hand. crap. thought i would be quicker than that.

i chuckle softly, taking out my phone. i put our hotel into google maps, laughing as i realize we were going the wrong way. "wrong way, y/n," i say, turning around. y/n laughs, turning around too, "i knew that. just wanted to... spend more time with you!"

i laugh too, shaking my head as i hold my phone with the other hand- the hand that was furthest away from y/n. i've never seen y/n hold anyone else's hand, not even anyone she's worked with. i wonder if she was public with the relationships she's had.

i take a mental sigh as we walk into the elevator, not even touching hands ever since i got my phone out.

y/n showers, and i sit on the couch, opening twitter. i mean, y/n's naked a few feet away from me. no big deal. the first thing i see is y/n and i with the paparazzi once twitter loads.

i smile as i watch y/n take a picture of them as one of them film. then, she takes my hand and we run across the street. it was cute.

i look at the comments.

'i ship them so bad this is personal'

'OHHH couple of the year when?!?!'