𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄, central cee

046.

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TW: mentions of body dysmorphia

over the next few months, oakley's career has been growing. he has a few new songs out, some major collabs, by now reaching 6 million followers on instagram and synaworld has also gone viral, being one of his main sources of income which has lead to him moving in to his new apartment. luckily enough, despite continuous rumours of us being together, neither of us have confirmed it so our relationship has remained private (like we intended). because of oakley's growing career, his inner circle has expanded a little – meaning that mine did too – so we're currently in his apartment with walid, amir, cruz, noah, dave and adz.

'nady, be a dear and pass me the lighter please.' noah speaks as i give him a slight glare. my head's on oakley's shoulder, his arm around my waist as he holds me against him on the sofa.

'adam's closer.' i mutter as noah switches his attention to adz, seeing that he is infact, not closer.

'no i'm not.' adz defends and i scoff.

'fine.' i mutter, sitting up a little to pick it up before throwing it at noah.

'ow.' he complains quietly as he rubs his head where i hit him and picks it up.

'i'm going to the kitchen, you coming?' cruz asks me as he stands up and i nod, oakley turning away from his conversation to pay attention to us as he gives me a look, his clutch on me not loosening.

'oak.' i mumble softly so only he can hear before i press my lips to his cheek and he releases his hold, allowing me to get up.

'do you lot want anything?' cruz asks them all as they all shake their heads and fall back into their conversations. 'alright.' as we head out of the 'hangout' room (as they've now called it), we walk through oakley's corridors and to his kitchen where i cruz opens the fridge in search for something. 'are you okay?' he asks me and i nod.

'just tired.' i say softly and he raises his brows, closing the fridge.

'i've heard you say that a lot of times, nady, and most of the time you weren't just tired.' he says as he leans against the counter opposite me and i sit up on the one opposite him.

'it's not that deep.' i shrug and he raises his brows.

'nady, if it's upsetting you then it is that deep.' he says and i sigh. 'talk to me.'

'i got a call to do a shoot for victoria's secret.' i say after releasing a sigh and cruz's eyes widen.

'deadass?' he asks and i nod as he smiles. 'holy shit, nads!' he shouts before i shush him.

'oakley doesnt know. no one does.' i say quietly as he nods, but his excitement is evident.

'why haven't you told him?' he asks and i shrug.

'i don't want to do it.' i mumble as he raises his brows.

'the nadya lilova doesnt want to do a shoot for victoria's secret?' he asks, emphasising the 'the'. 'why not?'

i let out a small breath before speaking. 'because, i have to be basically naked and everyone's gonna see my body and i'm gonna get hated on.' i say as he shakes his head.