Dacre Montgomery Oneshots.

Premier Night

Your relationship with Dacre was no secret to the internet. He was on Snapchat more often just to post pictures of you, and one of every few lines on his Instagram was a series of you. All of the pictures that were on both of your Instagrams of you were taken by him, because he loved to watch you pose. Plus, he dragged you onto the Stranger Thing's set sometimes, so the kids loved to post silly videos of you— most times it was them pranking you. There was a lot of buzz about whether or not you'd be joining Dacre and the cast on the Stranger Things Premiere carpet, but neither of you had responded to the rumors. It was a big secret, and even the kids and Dacre's other castmates didn't know. You loved the idea of surprising everyone, but Dacre was trying really hard not to crack and post a picture of you looking as beautiful as ever trying on ballgowns for the special night.

A good friend of yours, Maika Monroe, who was also Joe Keery's girlfriend, had messaged you about matching outfits for the event. She said that she was going to wear a red dress, and you agreed, however, when you got to the store and tried on a white dress, you were dead set on buying it. There was no other dress that could have compared to that white dress. And it made sense, after all, Dacre had bought a grey and white suit. Maika understood your decision, praising the dress, and continued to promise to keep your attendance a secret from Joe.

But as the premiere approached and your white dress continued to hang in your shared closet with Dacre, butterflies began to form in the pit of your stomach. The morning of, you woke up looking pale with fright. Dacre rushed to you to feel for a temperature, however, you were only frightened about that night. He laughed at you and pulled you out of bed, dragging you down to a small cafe nearby for a quick breakfast and coffee. The rest of the day was spent preparing for that night. Dacre's stylists came over and pampered him— only, it was after he insisted that they help you get ready first even though they weren't really paid to do that. Honestly, you felt like a princess. They curled your hair and did your makeup, and fit your dress with jewelry. Dacre obviously took pictures and photos but reluctantly held himself back from posting them. But, of course, he had to send pictures back to his family. They all raved over your beauty and you blushed wildly.

By the time both of you were ready and his stylists had left, you were escorted down to a limousine in the garage of your apartment building. Waiting for you two was his manager, and Joe and Maika. The look on Joe's face as you slid into the car first while Dacre held the door open for you, was priceless. "Oh, you're bad," he teased Maika and she slightly giggled at him.

On the way to the event, Dacre had his arm slung around your shoulders while he fiddled with his phone in his other hand. Natalia and the kids kept texting you the whole drive about whether you were coming, trying to get you to break, but you refused, teasing them endlessly. Finn sent you a Snapchat of him and Noah making pouty faces when you told them that you would just be in bed all night eating through a carton of ice cream and watching season one of Stranger Things. You leaned into Dacre more as you showed him their Snapchats, and Gaten eventually started sending you videos of him yelling over the crowd for you to show up. He seemed genuinely angry.

The limo turned a corner and suddenly you were all met with cameras flashing in all directions and fans screaming everywhere. Those butterflies that had been forming all day started to flutter fast as you started to feel sick. You weren't really sure why you were so nervous, you had gone to the Power Rangers premiere with Dacre, and then you weren't this terrified. This time was much different, and you didn't know why. You gripped onto Dacre's thigh unintentionally, watching as you passed all of the fans. Dacre noticed how tensed you had become, mainly due to the fact that you had a tight grip around his leg, so he kissed the top of your head. You smiled, looking up at him, trying to convince him that you were alright.

But he knew you better than that, "What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing," you shook your head. "Just— what if the media and the fans don't like me?"