When Dreams Collide: Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen RE WRITING

Chapter 18 : The Spotlight Confession (3 Months In)

Chapter 18: The Spotlight Confession (3 Months In)

It had been three months since Y/N and Dua Lipa became a couple—a secret relationship nurtured in stolen glances, private dates, and quiet nights spent away from the relentless glare of the media. Both were accustomed to life in the public eye, but this relationship was different. It wasn’t about paparazzi photos or curated social media posts. It was about them—two people finding sanctuary in each other amidst the chaos of their worlds.

Y/N, a globally celebrated footballer and rising star in Hollywood, thrived on the pitch and screen but valued the peace of her private life even more. Dua, with her chart-topping hits and magnetic presence, had a similar philosophy. They were both intensely protective of what they’d built together. Y/N never asked Dua to make their relationship public; she only asked her to be herself.

Dua often joked that Y/N was her calm in the storm, and Y/N knew Dua was her fire—bold, unrelenting, and endlessly captivating. Together, they had a balance that felt too perfect to disrupt. But sometimes, the truth has a way of breaking free.

One crisp November evening, Y/N and Dua were curled up on the couch, their legs tangled under a warm throw blanket. Dua had just returned from a grueling day of rehearsals, her voice slightly raspy but her energy still radiant.

“You know, I’ll be on The Jimmy Kimmel Show tomorrow,” Dua mentioned casually, tracing idle circles on Y/N’s arm.

Y/N looked up from her phone, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Oh yeah? Should I be worried about what you’ll say?”

Dua smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Maybe. You’ll have to watch to find out.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued but deciding not to press further. She’d learned early on that Dua loved surprises, and this was no exception.

“Alright, I’ll tune in,” Y/N said, pulling Dua closer.

As the night went on, they fell into their usual rhythm—watching bad rom-coms and laughing until their sides hurt. But as Dua eventually drifted off to sleep on Y/N’s chest, Y/N found herself wondering what exactly her girlfriend had planned.

The Next Night – Y/N’s Apartment

The following evening, Y/N settled onto the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her lap, flanked by her best friends Gale and Rachel. The three were a close-knit trio, having been through countless ups and downs together.

“Alright,” Gale said, popping a kernel into her mouth. “What do you think she’s going to say? Promo for her album? Another movie announcement?”

Rachel shrugged. “Maybe a world tour? Dua does love to keep people guessing.”

Y/N stayed quiet, her eyes glued to the screen as The Jimmy Kimmel Show began. There was a nervous energy buzzing beneath her calm exterior, though she wouldn’t admit it.

When Dua walked onto the stage in a sleek black dress, the audience erupted into applause. Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She’d seen Dua perform in front of thousands, but somehow, this felt different.

“She looks incredible,” Gale whispered, nudging Y/N.

Y/N nodded, her eyes softening as she watched Dua wave to the crowd, her confidence radiating through the screen.

On the Show

The interview started light, as most late-night shows did. Jimmy asked Dua about her role in the Barbie movie, and Dua enthusiastically shared stories about the vibrant set and working with an all-star cast.