Behind The Cameras (Datalie fanfiction)

Chapter Ten

David's P.O.V

Jason and I had ordered Chipotle and were eating in the kitchen. Honestly, even Chipotle was tasteless without Natalie being here.

It had been almost an hour since Zane posted the pictures, and let me tell you something, the fandom was going crazy.

Datalie stans were thriving, a few people who shipped me with others were not so happy, and people who didn't really ship anything kept commenting and making posts about how happy we look in the pictures and that they support 100%.

I really really hoped that Nat was seeing all of this.

Natalie's P.O.V

"Honey, you need to see this," My mom knocked on my door as I was reading a book in my room.

"Come in," I told her, putting my book down and growing a bit suspicious about what she wanted me to see.

She opened the door and walked in with her phone in her hand.

"If it's a call from David, I swear..."

"No, no, don't worry," She assured me, coming close and sitting down on my bed.

"I know you don't want to open Instagram or anything, but you might want to take a look at this," She told me and gave me her phone.

I looked at the screen and my heart dropped. Zane had leaked the pictures he took of me and David. What the fuck was he thinking? What about David's relationship with Liza? What will she think??

My anxiety rose to the maximum, I almost had a panic attack.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" My mom asked me, evidently concerned about what I was feeling.

"Uh, yeah mom, I'm fine," I replied, giving her a soft smile and trying my hard not to freak out, "Can I just be alone for a little?"

"Of course, sweetheart," She smiled back at me and kissed my forehead before taking her phone, walking out of my room and shutting the door behind her.

I mentally screamed, almost losing my shit. I was so going to end Zane's life.

I reached to my phone as fast as the speed of light, and turned it on. As soon as it was on, I felt a slight sharp feeling in my chest to see David's missed calls.

I cleared them all and directly opened Instagram. My feed was going crazy, everyone was going crazy.

I pressed on Zane's account, and looked at the pictures again. My head ached and so did my heart. Oh how much I'd love to go back to these moments.

After a good few minutes of staring at the photos, I decided to check the comments. Deep down I was scared of all the hate, but I felt like I needed to see.

I was actually surprised to see barely any hate, most of the comments were either people who shipped me with Dave, or people who really didn't care about ships but genuinely thought that we were cute.

I couldn't lie, that made me so fucking happy. It warmed my heart so much I almost called David, but I knew I couldn't do that.

Just cause people shipped us together, doesn't mean that anything was going to change. These were feelings in the end, and we weren't the ones who controlled them. I let out a slight sigh as I closed my phone and laid back down, staring at my ceiling.

Why do feelings have to be so complicated?

David's P.O.V

"Jason, I can't take this anymore," I said as I tried to edit a Vlog in my living room.

"What do you mean?" He asked me, as he flipped through his phone.

"This. Editing a Vlog without Natalie is like trying to write on a paper without a fucking pen," I replied, shutting my laptop and laying on my back.

"You can always use a pencil," Jason joked, but I couldn't even find the will to laugh. He realized how down I was feeling, and he just sighed, "How about we go to Vernon Hills?" He asked.

I shot up from my position, "What are you talking about?"

He put his phone down, "Well," He started, "This," He said pointing to me, then to my laptop, "Is pointless."

I nodded.

"So, we'll go to Chicago, talk to Natalie and hope for the best," He continued.

"What's the best?" I curiously asked.

"Her coming back with us."

"And the worst?" I asked again.

"Her kicking both of us in the nuts and sending us back here with bruised men organs and an inability to get kids."

I raised an eyebrow up at him, "I'm willing to take the risk," I told him, "But are you?" I asked.

He laughed, "Well, my entire career is in your hands and besides I've had my share of children already so I don't really care anymore."

I couldn't help but laugh. That's one thing I loved about Jason, no matter how down I was feeling, he was always able to make me feel better. I know he thinks he owes me his career, but really I'm the one who owes him mine.