I stared at him as he breathed in and out slowly. No matter how many times I see him, I still find it hard to believe he is mine. It's nights like this, when sleep is M.I.A. and Richard sleeps like a log, that really make me put things in perspective. We have our fights, like every normal relationship, but afterwards I always feel like we come out stronger after resolving the issue.
Excluding the time we fought over ice cream flavors in the middle of the frozen foods section at the store. That wasn't exactly our finest moment.
Our biggest argument though, and the one I felt affected our relationship the most, was the one that took place this evening.
It almost goes without saying that whenever you date a celebrity of any caliber, especially one beloved by thousands of girls, a person can and probably will at some point feel like they aren't enough. Like the person they love will ultimately choose some one better, someone that the public, the fans, deem more worthy than you could ever be.
On the other side of that oppressive self- doubt though, is the other person. The one that loves you, the one that holds you at night and tells you everything is going to be okay.
"Y/N, Talk to me about this, please!" Richard said.
"Why? So we can prolong this further? Spare me, Richard." I spat.
They just want to help you. they want to make you feel better about the situation. But there is a part of you that screams that they only want to fool you. They only want to deceive you into being in a relationship that should have ended already. And it takes everything in you to not let that side win.
"I don't want to be with anyone but you! So who cares what people say?" He shouted.
"I do! And so should you, Richard! Your fans pay your salary! They care for you so much, so maybe... maybe they're right about us." I whispered the last part.
He stalked across the room, grabbing my face and pulling it up so he could look in my eyes.
But that's the thing, I guess. About love, anyways. If it's the right person, that little voice in your head never wins. It becomes the metaphorical baseball, being smacked into the stratosphere by your love, the bat.
"You," He said, leaning close enough that our lips brushed," Are the only, the ONLY, girl I want to be with. You're right. My fans do care for me. But they do not know what is best for me. It is my life, Y/N, and I get to choose who I want in it. and I choose you. Do you understand?"
Slowly, I nodded my head, letting a sigh escape my lips before I closed the small distance between us and pressing my lips to his for a short kiss before laying my face in the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
Reaching out my hand, I lightly ran my hand over the side of his face, tracing his jaw to his lips, which were curled into a small smile at my light touch.
"Go to sleep, baby," He said sleepily, cracking his eyes open to look at me.
I smiled softly. "I will, mi amor, just go back to your dreams,"
With that, he wrapped his arm more tightly around me, snuggling me to his chest, and fell back asleep, and It wasn't long before I joined him.
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Hello my loves! No, I am not dead lol Just had a slight (not so slight) case of writers block. But, as the great ones say, you must push on!
I hope you liked this, although it was kind of serious. Any special requests or things you would like to see? Let me know :)
-Paige
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