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How was your Crisis (Christmas)

Dom's P.O.V

"Lydia, what the actual fuck do you think you're doing." I yell at her when she hugs me.

"Oh you know, hugging my boyfriend that I haven't seen in about a year." She answers. I look over to Maggie and see a frown on her face.

"I broke up with a long time ago, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me and my ACTUAL girlfriend alone" I growl.

I grab Maggie's hand and pull her away. We stop right outside Hollister and I pull her into a hug, and kiss her forehead.

"I'm sorry that happened. I broke up with her when she cheated on me and stared to stalk me." I whisper in her ear.

"as long as you promise to stay the hell away from her then we'll be fine" She whispers back. We walk hand in hand all the way to Hot Topic. When we get in there she drags me to the skirts and pants. She grabs a really short leather skirt and black and white striped pants. I look around as she tries them on. I find a really cool Queen hoodie that I grab quickly.

Maggie's p.o.v

I walk out of the fitting room and hand the skirt to one of the workers. She smiles and takes it, I begin to walk back to Dom when she grabs my arm.

"Are you the one with YUNGBLUD?" she asks. I nod she gets really jumpy and I figure she's a fan. Dom is busy looking at Marlyn Manson T-shirts to see me walk up behind him. I decide to scare him and I wrap my arms around his waist. He jumps and turns around quickly.

I laugh and peck him on the lips.

~Magical Time Skip (I love it when I can do this)~ 

Dom and I are sitting on the couch watching Gotham. He is surprisingly into it. 

"Dom?"

"Yea sweetheart"

"When are we going to tell your fans?"

"I dunno"

"Tonight?"

"Sure" 

I check Instagram to see that my followers have shot up like crazy. I honestly hate it, I don't like to be recognized. I ignore the thought and snuggle up into Dom.

Dom's P.O.V

She's so beautiful, holy hell. How did I get so lucky? 

"Maggie, it's getting late." I whisper to her. She just shifts, she's asleep. I gently pick her up and carry her to the Uber. I tell him the address and carry her to her room. When I cover her and go to leave she grabs my hand, she whispers something that I barley make out.

"Stay please"

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