❝ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
It wasn't exactly easy to date someone who was in the public eye and who was also adored by countless women.
There was no perfect way or right words to help you deal with such situations and certain words that weren't exactly nice.
And that's exactly the situation you're in right now.
A few weeks ago you had met the 49er defensive player at the gym, the first time you had ever entered a gym in your life and everything was new to you.
You had haphazardly tried out one device or another and had been sure that you had done them correctly until a nice man, who looked like a male teddy bear, had come over to you and helped you and improved yourself.
When you invited Nick to a coffee afterwards, where you got talking straight away and you both felt like you'd known each other forever, you exchanged numbers.
And now almost a month later, you're dating.
It's not easy to date a football player in secret, so immediately after your first date there were a few photos and references on gossip sites on various platforms.
At first, your identity remained a secret until a few fans used their stalker skills to get your name online, along with a few not-so-nice messages.
Right now, you're sitting on the sofa with your phone, scrolling through your unread messages on Instagram.
A few of them are really nice, so words like "Nick has been beaming ever since he started dating you. Thank you for making him happy" ; "You're so pretty! Nick is so lucky, wow!!!".
But you can count these nice messages on both fingers, so it's mostly the not-so-nice messages that reach you and don't seem to be getting any fewer.
The urge to know what strangers think about you has won, so that countless tears are now rolling down your cheeks and won't stop.
It's not fair that strangers who didn't even know you wrote such nasty things, some of which were below the belt.
You knew that dating someone famous wasn't easy and wasn't all positive, but you just weren't prepared for news like this.
A quiet sob escapes your lips as you carelessly throw your cell phone on the sofa and get up.
You start pacing back and forth in the living room as you keep glancing at the clock hanging on the wall.
A few minutes ago, you called Nick and asked him to come to your house to talk to him about everything.
Nick knew that there were some photos of the two of you together online, but he didn't know that they had found your Instagram account in the meantime and were sending you private messages.