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Don't Stop - 5 Seconds of Summer

I knew she was mine as soon as I saw her perfect face. Dimitri had posted a family photo to his Instagram about a week ago, the photo was blurry but I could still see her beauty seeping through.

I've watched her page every day since then, I haven't grown the balls to follow it but that doesn't matter, it's not a private account.

She's yet to post a photo of herself, instead uploading pictures of things she seems to enjoy, videos of her brothers acting like idiots to make her laugh, a laugh I will never fucking forget or get sick of hearing.

There are pictures of sunsets, flowers, and birds. Her account has grown quickly over the past few days, I can't help but look at the comments underneath the photos. Disgusting pigs have already crawled out of their holes to post shitty remarks about her.

'No wonder Ivanov kept her hidden, I'd fuck her right up', 'hurry up and post a picture of your tits', 'how does it feel living off of daddy's money?', 'She needs to work inside of the ring, I wanna see her ass in those little black shorts'. I swear if I ever see any of these motherfuckers in real life I'll be receiving a jail sentence.

"Cillian!" Wesely calls out from somewhere in the penthouse, reluctantly I close my phone looking up to see that he's figured out where I am. "You not going out to celebrate?" He asks with his usual toothy grin whilst looking over what I'm wearing, Wesley has been training me since the day I can remember.

 He's more of a father figure than mine ever was. My sperm donor left my mother when I was young, we moved into my nana's house so ma could save money whilst she worked, my aunt Tilly had helped her by letting her help out at the bookstore she owned, my poor mother worked 2 jobs just to make sure I had everything that I'd ever need. 

So I told myself as a child that when I grew up I'd do everything in my power to make sure she never worked a day in her life again, and here I am.

She still lives in the motherland, I visit her every holiday, I've always asked the family to move over here so I could see them more often but they said and I repeat "I'm not going somewhere I can be killed with a gun in the middle of a damn shopping centre".

Over the years Wesley taught me self-confidence, to believe in myself and most importantly how to win. He has built me brick by brick to be the best fighter I can be, and my record shows that, 23 wins, 3 draws, and 2 losses.

He makes sure I'm in perfect condition every single fight, right down to how each muscle looks, and the technique of my fighting skills. Also, he pushes me to sign contracts stating that someone else will take up the offer if I decline, even though he's been proven wrong, I can take as long as I want to resign because they will always accept, I make them too much money to deny.

This new contract though, he didn't have to push hard for. It means I'd see that angel more often, and I'd be a fucking moron to decline that.

"Nah" Is all I reply, I'm not in the mood to go out and be surrounded by desperate people, no, the only person I want to celebrate with is most likely on a plane flying back home. "Oh come on, even Dimitri will be there" Wesley tries again, only Dimitri? The answer is still "Nah, I'm good mate".

I pull my phone back out and shoot a text off as Wesley starts crapping on about 'good publicity' and 'rising higher to fame', the thing is I generally don't give a fuck about my image, I'm here to do one job and one job only, and that's to win.

Me: Get home safe angel?

"Come on man, you haven't gone out since your last fight, it's time to relax before we go back into training" Wesley almost pleads, almost.

"Mate, all I want to do is eat a big juicy burger and sleep for 10 years".

Wesley seems to finally understand as he mumbles shit under his breath and walks out of the penthouse.

My wife: if you mean the hotel I'm staying in then yes, I got home safe

Ahhh so she's not on her way home yet.

Me: When do you head back?

My wife: Tomorrow afternoon I think

I know she lives with Dimitri, and he resides in the outskirts of NY, I just happen to have a house around there also.

Am I a stalker? No, well, not completely. It's just a great coincidence that I have just brought it recently, a really, really great 'coincidence'.

Me: I know this is probably forward, 

but I want to take you out on a date when you get home.

I watch as the typing bubble pops up and disappears for the next minute or two, fuck, did I already fuck this up? It's not like I'm letting her go, ever. But I may as well try and be a gentleman about it.

My wife: You, want to take ME out on a date?

Me: Of course, I'd be stupid not to

Maybe she thinks she's too good for me? Or maybe she thinks I'm too good for her?

I don't care about my looks, I never had, but she has me doubting myself for some reason. Maybe I'm not her type? I can become her type if need be. Shit, I'll even get my tattoos lasered off if she doesn't like them. I'd change every single thing about me to make her happy. 

I know it's toxic, unhealthy, obsessive, whatever you want to call it. 

But once I see something I want, I have to have it. and I'll do anything to fucking have her, I just have to prove that to her. 

while waiting for her reply I ordered food up to the hotel room, maybe I should have asked her to come over so we could get to know each other better? No, that would be weird, right? Fuck, I've never second-guessed myself so much before let alone felt so strongly about a woman, no just just a woman. My woman. 

I'll snap every little fuckers neck that even breaths towards her the wrong way, am I crazy? Maybe, but that keeps shit interesting. 

my phone dings and I look down at the name on my screen, I can't stop the stupid smile it puts on my face knowing she's talking to me finally. 

I can only hope that I can be the reason she smiles too.

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