Band One Shots

Hate Comments- Ronnie Radke

As the girlfriend of a celebrity, hate comments are to be expected. The fangirls always feel like you are stealing their boyfriend, when in reality the closest they have ever gotten to them is probably the back of a concert they were performing at.

I've always tried to just ignore people's hurtful words, but sometimes it gets difficult to.

When it gets to the point that people feel like they have a personal vendetta against you and send you death threats constantly, it gets very difficult to ignore.

I haven't told Ronnie about all the messages I've been getting recently. Some are horribly detailed ways in which they would torture me before finally killing me, some are people telling me to kill myself, some are even graphic photos of things they say I should do to myself.

I don't want to tell Ronnie. I know that he would want to know when there is something upsetting me, but I can't bring myself to tell him. I don't want him to worry about me.

He knows that I have had depression and have purposefully hurt myself in the past, so I don't want him to get scared that I will start again.

I sigh as I shut my laptop and put it down next to me on mine and Ronnie's bed in the apartment we share. I've been looking through the Twitter and Tumblr pages about me and how I'm bad for Ronnie and how I should kill myself.

Wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes and looking in the mirror to make sure my eyes aren't red, I walk into the kitchen to go get a drink.

While I'm getting a glass out of the cupboard, I hear the shower stop and the door open a few seconds later.

Ronnie steps out of the bathroom in just a towel around his waist after showering.

He smiles when he sees me and walks over, taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"Hey baby." He says as he gently pushes me against the kitchen counter, gripping onto my hands as he kisses my lips passionately.

I move my hands to his bare chest, standing on my tiptoes to get a little closer to his height.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss and lets go of my hips. "I'm going to go put some clothes on. What do you want to do tonight?" He smiles softly as he looks into my eyes.

"I think we should make pizza together then cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie." I smile, keeping my hands on his chest.

He kisses the top of my head "Whatever you want to do baby. I'll be back in a minute." He says before walking into our bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I smile, starting to get out the ingredients to make the pizzas. Cooking with Ronnie then cuddling up with him is one of my favourite things to do.

I know he'll take a few minutes to get dry before putting on clothes, so I hop up onto the kitchen counter while I wait for him.

After a few minutes, he walks back out of our room wearing black jeans and a plain shirt, his hair still wet.

We make the pizza dough together before splitting it into two balls, making a smallish pizza each.

Once they're in the oven, we go into the living room and pick out a film. He lets me pick the movie as usual. I choose one of my favourite Disney films, Bambi.

Ronnie gets us a drink each while I move the cushions out of the way so we can sit together and grab a blanket.

He brings the drinks in before going to get the pizza out the oven, coming back in a few moments later with two plates.

He puts them down on the table next to the couch before sitting down. I sit down in his lap, leaning back against his chest.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head before starting the film and passing me my plate.

We eat our pizza while watching the film, Ronnie wrapping his arms around me again once he has finished his food. I lean my head back against his chest, smiling.

We finish watching the film before Ronnie picks me up and carries me into our bedroom. He gets a shirt of his and some PJ shorts and throws them to me. I put them on before getting in bed.

After he has gotten changed, he gets into bed next to me, pulling me close to him. He kisses my forehead before we both fall asleep.

I wake up in the morning and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Ronnie isn't in bed, so I assume that he's already awake.

I get up and walk out of our bedroom to the kitchen to get a drink before walking into the living room.

I freeze when I see Ronnie sat on the couch with my laptop open. He looks over at me when he hears me come in and I notice a few tears running down his cheeks.

I walk over and sit down next to him. He closes the open tabs and puts my laptop to the side, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Why didn't you tell me what people have been saying about you?" He asks, running his fingers through my hair.

"I didn't want you to worry about me." I say quietly, resting my head on his chest.

He pulls me closer "How long has this been going on for?" He asks.

"Since we announced that we were dating." I whisper, biting my lip.

"This has been going on for seven months and you never told me?!" He asks, shocked that I kept it from him for so long.

I nod. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I know I should've told you sooner, but I didn't want you to worry."

"It's okay, you don't need to be sorry." He smiles, kissing me softly on the forehead. "No more secrets, okay?"

"I promise."