Old you - Dua Lipa

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Dua did in fact finally let everyone know what was going on. Her tweet is all people have been talking about and it made me feel happy but there is also a lot of hate towards her. People calling her an evil person for playing with guys feelings when she was with me the whole time. If only they knew how much shit I had to deal with.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her

"I'm feeling something, just not sure what" she says

She's been playing with a fidget spinner for the past 2 hours, she's definitely stressed.

"Can I play with it too?" I say

"What do you think I should say? I have to say something right? People are calling me so many things and I've lost almost a million followers on instagram" she says still spinning the spinner

I grab her hand and put the spinner down, I sit on her lap and grab her face. I hate seeing Dua stressed it stresses me out. I know she makes me mad sometimes but I can't help seeing her in anyway but happy.

"You don't have to say anything but if you want to then do it, the scariest part is already done" I say looking into her eyes

"I love you" she says

She pulls me closer to her. Her arms slowly glide into my shirt. Her hands on my waist, they're so warm but still I get goosebumps. This is all I want. Her warmth on me and hearing her say she loves me.

"I love you too" I say

She starts kissing me. Passionately and hard, her full tongue licking every part of my mouth. I love these type of kisses, they make me horny as fuck I won't lie but it also made me feel wanted so bad. Loved so hard is a different type of feeling. This is the Dua I've been looking for.

"I'm serious though I should say something right? They are saying bad things about you too and it's so bloody annoying to see" she says

"Don't worry about me I don't care but thanks for showing that you have my back, that's rare" I smile

"I've always had your back, you don't understand how much it hurts me what media is doing right now, even my fans are turning on me and it's all a bloody mess" she says

"I don't understand but make me understand Dua, I want to understand you completely that's all I've ever wanted" I say

"You do understand me but when it comes to my career things are different, you know how hard I've worked to get here" she says

I think it was better to keep quiet about us, I wanted to but Dua didn't. We might have rushed this way too much but at least the worst part at least for me is over. She right I can't understand her even if I try when it comes to her career but I want to be here for her. Her fans are really important to her though, I know she would choose them over me in a heartbeat and I'm fine with that.

"Do you need time alone to think?" I say

"I think I'm going for a drive" she says

She's regretting it I can feel it deep down, do I have the right to be sad? This is what I wanted but why do I feel so shitty about it? Is there ever a good moment not ruined when it comes to us, I felt like some sad old wife whose husband barely gave the minimum and I'm supposed to be satisfied.

•flashback•

"You're going to die over this" Dua says

I hate surprises but I never hate anything when it comes to Dua. She can make me like whatever she liked because all I care about is her being happy. When she's happy I'm happier, it all balances out

"Surprise!" She screams

There's a boat in a lake, this is some scary shit and it's night! But Dua likes this stuff and it's adorable in a way, guess opposites attract. She pushes me to do scary stuff and I stop her from doing scary stuff.

"I'm scared" I say

"Don't be I brought this" she says

Brings out a small lantern. I can't help but let out a laugh, she thinks that's going to help?

"Dua are we going to get on that?" I say?

"Of course cmon" she says

Once I see the boat rock I freeze and almost cry but I get in either way. She holds my hand as I get in. She's so cute.

"We should make waves if you know what I mean" she smirks

"We will most certainly drown and die" I laugh

•present•

I wish things could go back to how they were, everything was laughs. She's different now and i still love her but I'm scared she might feel different from us too. I'm willing to deal with all her bad because her good is more overcoming. But what if she's not ready to deal with the bad stuff that comes with being with me?

What if she misses the old me?

Later

Once she came in I smelled it. The man cologne, her hair messed up, and her lipstick not as neat as it was. What the hell?

"I'm going to bed" she says walking right past me

Please not again.