your boyfriend, nick, has been working his ass off in his new movie “Love, Simon” for months, and it was finally time for the movie premiere. only problem was, you hated walking the red carpet.
the red carpet was filled with nothing but screaming fans, camera men and women yelling “over here!” “look this way!” and the lights flashing every second. the reporters sticking microphones in your face, and it was absolutely scary to you.
you twiddled your thumbs as your hair stylist finished the last touches on her masterpiece, and your makeup stylist swiping the last layer of his favorite lipstick on you on your lips.
“okay, ms. y/n, you’re ready”
“i really don’t think i am, but thank you so much guys”
nick got up from his chair and smiled, kissing your cheek. “you look so gorgeous, i can’t believe i get the pleasure in calling you mine”
“i can say the same for you, robinson” you smile back, pecking his lips. he held your hand and you smiled again, but little did he know you were freaking out on the inside. you never told him how much you hated the red carpet, because it was his moment not yours.
you two step onto the carpet, and your fear begins.
“over here!” “y/n, this way!” “nick, how are you feeling?” “how does it feel to be dating nick, y/n?”
the lights were blinding, and you could barely see. you gripped onto nick’s blazer a little tight, and he noticed. nick leaned down and whispered in your ear “are you okay baby?”
“perfectly fine” you falsely smile and he nods, kissing your cheek and walking down the carpet. the fans screamed and you jumped, and the lights became brighter, the paparazzi shouts got louder, then there was a ringing in your ear. your mind got fuzzy, and your chest started to heave up and down. “nick i have to- i’m sorry”
you run away from the carpet, behind the paper and you hold onto the wall. “y/n? y/n! what’s wrong? baby?”
“i-i-i can’t be out there. th-the lights, the sc-reams, i can’t- ta-take-take it” you were hysteric, and nick held your shoulders.
“y/n, y/n, look at me—just breathe, okay? in…. out…. in…. out….” you two continued to breathe like this a few more times until you calmed down.
“y-ou have to go back out there, it’s your movie”
“i can’t go without you”
“yes you can, i’ll be right here, i promise. i can see you fine from here without anyone seeing me” you hold his face and smile. “i love you, nick, and i’m so proud of you”
“i love you more, y/n” he smiled and kissed you passionately before walking back out on the carpet. you smile widely as you watch nick pose, and you couldn’t help but be so proud of him.
8: “I’m never letting you go.”25: “What the hell were you thinking?!”29: “You could have warned me!”
you were sitting at the dinner table, checking the time to see nick was almost two hours late. you two had planned dinner, and he was late.
you sighed and packed it up, placing it in the fridge. you changed from your nice outfit into one of his sweatshirts and some leggings and laid on your bed. you started to watch a youtube video on your phone, until it stopped and the hospital started to call.
you scrunched your eyebrows together and sat up, answering it.
“hello?”
“hi, i’m dr. svenson from the Los Angeles Hospital, are you y/n y/l/n?”
“uhm, yes. may i ask why you are calling?”
“i have your boyfriend, nick robinson, here as a patient due to a motorcycle accident”
“a mot.. okay. i’ll be there shortly”
you were thinking over and over again, wondering why the fuck he would be riding a motorcycle.
you find his room and knocked on the door, nick looking up and having an apologetic look on his face. you sighed and dropped your bag, walking over to his bed.
“what the hell were you thinking?! you don’t even know how to ride a fucking motorcycle!” your hands rested on your hips and he swallowed. the room was silent, and you studied his injuries. his arm was bandaged, as well as his face and legs, and he had a black eye. “you could have warned me that you were going to be late, i had dinner ready.”
“oh fuck, baby i am so, so sorry” he grabbed your hand and you shrugged, smiling.
“i have an idea” you smile and take out your phone.
“thank you so much” you smile at the chinese delivery guy, tipping him. you walk up to nick’s room and he smiles and cheers. you laugh and shut the door, grabbing your laptop and sitting next to him on the bed. you placed the laptop on the table and pulled up netflix, and you and nick binge-watched movies and ate the food that was delivered.
soon the food was all gone, and you two started to cuddle. nick’s head laid on your chest and you played with his hair, scratching sometimes.
“y/n?”
“yes my love”
“thank you for not hating me. i’m never letting you go”
“well, i sure hope not, we’re married”
“oh shit you’re right. so all my dumbass decisions you have to approve of”
