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"I'm gonna go to the bathroom", i whispered into his ear as we walked out. He nodded and let go of my hand.

I smiled and waved at the fans which were pressed against the barricade, screaming my name as i walked along the carpet and into the restroom. I did stop a few times to take pictures and sign a few autographs, but i made it clear to them that it wasn't my night. I was just supporting my husband - not taking away the spotlight.

None of them hated me for it though, they were understanding. I continued on my path, pushing the white door that led to the female stalls. Opening the door, i was met with the Margot Robbie, fixing up her lipstick.

"Oh, hello", she enthusiastically greeted me, looking at my reflection on the mirror. Her australian accent was raspy, probably from talking to interviewers and fans that whole night, non stop.

"Hi", i breathed out, a little nervous that she was standing in front of me. "I'm sorry if im awkward right now, im just really starstruck", i stuttered. "You're starstruck? Sweetie, i'm starstruck...you're like, super cool, who wouldn't be starstruck by you?", she giggled. 

I smiled shyly at her compliments. "That means alot", i told her. "Austin, cannot stop talking about you on set; he just blabbers non-stop about how you love to do your hair, and what perfumes you love, and what you love to cook; that man - he's in love"

"I'm in love", i laughed, walking into the stall. "One minute", i said finally before going into one of the stalls.

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I did my business (😅) and walked out, but margot had already left, so i washed my hands and exited the bathroom. Walking around the theatre and out the doors, i searched for austin. I expected him to be talking with the interviewers, and thats exactly what he was doing - except she was not that interested in the interviewing, she was more interested in the man she was interviewing. 

My eyes darted to her hand on austin's arm, but he kept smiling at her, and didn't do anything to brush it off. I crossed my arms and stood a few feet away. He saw me from the corner of his eye. 

"So how's your relationship with Stella so far? How's marriage been?", she asked him, her eyes lingering on him. "Oh, i just love her so much, it means the world to me that she's supported me for so long through the years, and im so lucky to have her in my life", he replied, his eyes finding me. 

I faked a smile and looked at him. It was one of those smiles where they don't reach your eyes. Suddenly she decided that she was done with her interview, so she looked at me, and her eyes said it all - she knew that i knew what she was doing. She was trying to pursue my man. 

I glared at her as she walked off, hugging austin before that. And he hugged her back, tight. His eyebrows knitted as he frowned. "You okay?", he asked. "Let's just go home", i told him, avoiding eye contact and looking at the fans.

I shrugged and placed his hand on the small of my back. Goosebumps stood on my skin when he did, cause i was mad, really mad, and the last thing i wanted was for him to think he did nothing wrong. 

We walked over to the cab and got in, me getting in first. He intertwined his hand in mine, but i didn't hold his hand back. "Stella, honey, whats wrong?", he questioned. 

"Why don't you think yourself", i spat back, narrowing my eyes while his widened a bit. "Baby, i can't apologize if i don't know what i did wrong". I didn't respond to it because my eyes watered. That signaled him to just stop talking, which he did, and we continued our ride in silence. 

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"Well?", he harshly asked me, crossing his arms and leaning, his back against the front door. "Well, why didn't you stop that woman?", my voice trembled. "Which woman?", he responded. "The last one you talked to? The one who gave you those sexy eyes? That woman! That woman, Austin!"

He flinched at my sudden increase in volume. "Okay, Stella, angel, calm down", he calmly told me. "Calm down?! Austin, i've been fucking calm since that moment! That woman tried to get with you! AND SHE KIND OF SORT OF ADMITTED IT TOO!! BUT WHATS FUCKED UP IS THAT YOU DIDN'T EVEN ONCE TRY TO KEEP SOME BOUNDARY, OR EVEN MOVE AWAY!", i sobbed uncontrollably. 

"I don't even remember what the fuck you're talking about! you're telling me that she was tryna get with me, but i don't even fucking remember!", he screamed back. My lower lip quivered as my breath hitched. 

"You're handsome, you know what i told you on our wedding day? That everyone who sees you; wants you. And that's true. Everyone looks at you with love in their eyes - Lust, in their eyes. And sometimes, i know that you love me, and only me, but sometimes, i doubt it, and - and i know i shouldn't but what else am i supposed to do?", i stuttered, wiping my rivulets of tears that kept descending down my face.

His expression softened, running his hand through his dyed, jet black hair. He nodded, understanding what i felt. "Babe-Love i- i'm so so so sorry", he said, making his way to me. He wrapped his arms around my body as i sobbed into his black shirt. 

"Angel, shh, no, baby, no, i'm sorry, so sorry", he whispered. "I just, don't want to lose you again - i can't go through 2014 again, i can't let what vanessa did be repeated -" "No, that's all my fault, i'm too detached from reality, im to blame, both times, i wasn't careful, and i'm sorry for all of it - the last thing i want to do is hurt you. I don't want to hurt you anymore than i have".

He kept running his hand through my hair, his finger tangling in my soft brown strands of hair. "I love you, so much", he repeated in between kisses on my forehead. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers touching the hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm sorry for yelling at you", i whimpered, my cheek pressed against his chest. "I didn't mean to-" "Shh, its ok, its fine", he lovingly replied. He kept kissing the top of my head and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. 

He left my hand for a minute to go over to our vinyl player, putting one of elvis' vinyls on, turning to me and winking. I giggled as the intro of 'can't help falling in love' played. He took my hand and gently pulled me in, placing both of his hands on my waist.

He began humming the tune of the age old melody as my eyes began to fill up - it made me emotional, looking up at him, the man i love, the man i married, the man who chose me.

He leaned in and kissed my lips deeply as i melted into it. We were dancing around in the living room, the curtains wide open - enough to allow us to see the bright city lights that shined bright in the 2am darkness.

"How did i get so lucky?", he asked, rhetorically. I shrugged my shoulders. "You just did - and so did i"