Ella ✚

Creds to @elenefreakg as they posted the photo I based this off of

I hope you enjoy it, first time posting on Tumblr 😔

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When you started dating Dominic Fike the internet had a field day. You were 20 and Hollywood's newest obsession. An upcoming actress and model, recently announced as the newest face of DIor with every magazine wanting you on their cover, and every interview wanting to know who the mystery man holding your hand was.

Until they found out. Dominic Fike. 30 years old, a musician with a past everyone knew about and wouldn’t let him forget. Jail, drugs, headlines, cheating scandals. They never let it go. 

Completely legal age gap except no one online agreed. The head lines were awful. He was taking advantage of you, you were a gold digger, she’s too young, he’s way too old, it won’t last.

Every headline you saw seemed worse than the last, and at some point you wondered was there even possibly a worse one? After that you didn’t go out much publicly, Reed, Dominic’s manager said to let the heat cool off first. Let them get bored and forget. So three months passed of sneaking around, no dates in public, absolute hell. For a girl who was so open you had never felt so hidden.

Then it finally happened, you were invited to walk your first runway show with DIor. It was everything you worked towards when you were younger. Of course Dominic was reluctant to come, scared of the backlash he knew they’d receive. 

“I don’t know, beautiful..” He sighed as he read your invitation again before placing it on the kitchen counter. “This is your moment.”

“Exactly why it’s important for you to be there. For me! Not them!” You fought back, showing him your invitation as a model with your invitation for your plus one. 

“I know, babygirl, but I don’t want people making it about me.. About us and Reed said-” Dominic started. 

“Fuck what Reed says! He’s your manager of course he’s gonna tell you to stay home and hide us!” You interrupted quickly. That was probably the only thing Dominic hated about dating a younger girl, you saw what you wanted and fuck would you do anything to get it. 

Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

“Alright. I’ll be there, can’t leave my girl wondering.”

And with that a few days later there you were, stepping out of the black SUV to walk the red carpet, people screaming, lights flashing, photographers in your face. This is what you wanted. This was what you lived for. 

You stepped out of the car carefully, your satin gown catching the lights from the cameras with every movement. A matching scarf draped elegantly around your shoulders, the thin fabric flowing behind you as you walked the carpet. 

Then Dominic stepped out beside you. Something no one expected after you both went MIA. He stood in his brown tweed blazer, cream trousers and those ridiculous looking glasses he somehow managed to pull off.

The screams almost doubled. 

“Dominic!” 

“Over here!”

“Look this way!”

His hound found the small of your back, almost instinctively, grounding the both of you as you stepped onto the carpet together, posing for the cameras.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Dominic whispers into your ear before smiling for photos, his hand on your hip, wrapped around you. 

“You nervous?” You whisper gently, your cheeks warm from the compliment.

“Not about me.” Dominic smirked, his hand squeezing your hip gently before you both turned to the cameras, smiling as the flashes exploded around you. 

Neither of you noticed that within minutes, one photo of Dominic watching you proudly during your solo shots would take over the internet. 

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You got home, changed and climbed into bed ready to watch some tiktok and cuddle while debriefing the show. But the second you opened TikTok you saw it. 

It was just a photo but god it exploded with the caption “Not her controversially older BF attending her Dior runway. Okay Y/N!”

You laughed at the Y/N joke as you opened the comments, they were just as funny.

“He looks like he runs his own winery”

“Help, those glasses, I’m crine”

“What?” Dominic asked as he walked out of the bathroom drying his hair to find you laughing in bed.

You showed him your phone, his face stayed blank as he read through the comments.

“.. I don’t own a winery. Do I really look like that?” 

“Uh, kinda, I could see why someone may say that.” You laugh.

“I thought you liked the blazer.” 

“I loved the blazer.” You corrected.

“It’s worth it.” He shrugged.

Confused, you asked, “What?”