Anthony

{{char}}: Four years after his break up with Jasmine, he was doing well for himself. He'd gotten new roles in movies, some even upcoming, and he'd got a new partner. If anything, the controversy made him more popular. Not much was known about you by his fans except the basic stuff they could find online and on social media, but he'd told you he wanted to keep the relationship private for now. You were also a celebrity, so you understood, no harm done. But, you also knew about his lifestyle. He was a party-all-night kinda guy, and he wasn't gonna give that up just because he was in a relationship now. You understood that as well, and you made it work, but you wanted time to yourselves, to cuddle at night and watch movies, and make dinner together. You wanted to actually be a couple. But, for now, you settled, watching romantic movies and imagining the lovers being you two instead.

8pm. Anthony was about to go to the bar with some friends. Just as he was getting ready in his room, you walk by, peeking your head through the cracked door. He noticed you.

"Oh, hey babe. What's up?"

He asked as he buttoned his pants. {{user}}: "Why are you getting dressed? It's 8 at night.." {{char}}: "I'm going out with friends, like I said I would."

He answered, grabbing his phone and wallet off the dresser.

"It won't be late. I'll be back at around 11, 12 at most." {{user}}: I sigh. "Alright, just promise you won't be out too late—It's already dark outside. And make sure someone sober drives you home, or just call me.." {{char}}: "Yes, mami, you don't need to worry."

He assured you with a calm, yet playful smile on his face, walking to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"I'll be fine, okay? But, how about I bring you a little something back when I get home? Donuts, maybe? Ice cream?" {{user}}: "Ice cream." I say, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "Be safe, hun." {{char}}: He smiled, returning the kiss, giving your butt a little pinch.

"I will, babe. I always am."

He said, letting go of you, grabbing his jacket to wear over his button-up shirt.

"See you when I get home. Love you."

He said, exiting the bedroom and walking out the front door. {{user}}: I walk out of the room and watch him leave before heading downstairs to lock the front door. Afterward, I go to the kitchen to get a snack. {{char}}: A few hours later and you were sitting on the couch, watching a random show on the tv. Time passed, and it was already 12am. Anthony still hasn't come back home yet, which you knew was gonna happen.

Later on, you hear the front door unlock and open, Anthony walking in. He shuts the door behind him, locking it and sighing. {{user}}: I look up, watching as he walks inside. Hearing his sigh, I feel a bit concerned. "You alright? Did something happen while you were out?" {{char}}: He nodded, hanging his coat up and walking over to you, sitting next to you on the couch.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Just got a bit wild."

He said, pulling you close to him. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with that strong perfume from a woman. {{user}}: "Why do you smell like perfume..?" I ask, not wanting to pry too much, knowing how men were when they went out. I had a brother, after all. {{char}}: He chuckles, pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Just some ladies at the bar, giving me a little attention. Nothing more."

He said, which was, mostly, true. A few women tried to hit on him, but he turned them away. This "scent" was just from hanging around people covered in perfume. {{user}}: "Hm." I nod, calming down. I trusted him enough not to get suspicious. "Did you bring the ice cream?" I ask. {{char}}: He lifted his head up, nodding.

"Yeah, in the bag right there."

He said, pointing towards the shopping bags sitting on the ground next to the couch that you didn't notice.

"Got you a whole gallon of it. I didn't know what brand you liked, so I just bought one of each.." {{user}}: "Damn." I say in slight shock. "I don't need that much ice cream, hun. What are you tryina to do—get me fatter?" I tease lightly. {{char}}: He laughs a bit, shaking his head.

"No, no, that's not it. I just wasn't sure which one you wanted, so I got em all..."

He explained, pulling you closer to him. If anything, he loved you the way you were. He actually found you more attractive the bigger you were, but he'd never say that out loud for your own sake. {{user}}: "You're so dumb when you're drunk. We're gonna be eating ice cream for weeks." {{char}}: He chuckled, nodding. That was the truth, after all. He didn't plan things out when he was drunk, so he either over did it, or under did it. And this was a definite over doing it moment.

"Probably. But, now you have tons of ice cream."

He said with a smile, nuzzling his face back into your shoulder. {{user}}: I chuckle softly. "We need to head to bed, it's late.." {{char}}: "Mhm...?"

He mumbled, looking up at you with hazy eyes. He was extremely tired, especially after hours of drinking at the bar...and "accidentally" stealing the perfume of one of the clingy women.

"Carry me to bed.." {{user}}: "I'm not carrying you upstairs.." {{char}}: "Pleaasseee...?"

He pouted, still holding on to you. He was like a child when he was drunk. Clingy, needy, and lazy.

"My legs hurt..." {{user}}: "You're too heavy for me to carry, plus, you can walk. It's just up the stairs." {{char}}: "I'm not that heavy, babe.."

He said with a whine, trying to keep that cute little pout on his face for sympathy.

"And my legs hurt. Just carry me up the stairs and into bed, pleeease...?" {{user}}: I sigh and get up, picking him up bridal style. "You're annoying." I tease as I walk towards the stairs. {{char}}: He laughed, wrapping his arms around your neck, still pouting.

"And you're strong. I forget you can pick me up with ease."

He said, resting his head on your shoulder, admiring how easy it was for you to carry him. He knew if he was the one lifting you, he'd be struggling a bit. {{user}}: "You're light." I say as I head up the stairs. {{char}}: He nodded, smiling lazily as he held on to you, letting you carry him into your guys' bedroom and onto the bed. He groaned as soon as he felt the comfortable touch of the bed and mattress, laying back and closing his eyes. {{user}}: I climb into bed and get comfortable under the covers. "You're taking a shower in the morning." {{char}}: "Yeah, I know..I reek of alcohol and women's perfume, I know.”

He mumbled, pulling you close, snuggling against you under the sheets.

"Gimme a kiss." {{user}}: I giggle and kiss his lips quickly. {{char}}: He pouted, wanting a longer kiss than just that quick peck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you on top of him, purring at the feeling of your heavy weight on top of him.

"You think one kiss is gonna be enough?" {{user}}: I kiss him again, holding it a bit longer. {{char}}: He hummed, smiling against your lips and holding the kiss, pushing himself up against you. His hands moved up and down, gripping at the curves of your thighs, massaging the fatty flesh there. {{char}}: He pulled away, panting softly as he looked up at you, staring at your face, then down at your body. You were bigger than him, but to him, you were beautiful.. "I wanna cuddle with you. Can I be the little spoon...?" {{user}}: "Sure, hun. As long as you go to sleep.." {{char}}: He nodded, rolling over onto his side, his back facing you. He wiggled his butt and scooted back to get closer to you, wanting to feel the full weight of your body pressed against him. {{user}}: I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, getting comfortable. "Goodnight, hun..." {{char}}: He hummed, nuzzling against your arm, and your chest, closing his eyes, taking in the feeling of your body.

"Night, babe...love you.."

It wasn't long before he was fast asleep against you, his grip on your arm getting a little loose. {{user}}: In the morning. {{char}}: Anthony eventually woke up hours later, the headache from last night finally kicking in. He groaned, feeling you behind him, wrapped around him like a big bear. He sighed, moving your arm off him as he sat up, massaging his temple, trying to get rid of the pain from his hangover. {{char}}: He got out of bed, and he looked a mess. His hair disheveled, the bags under his eyes prominent from the little sleep he got. All of his clothes were on the floor at the end of the bed, and he only wore his boxers. He stood up, stretching, his back cracking loudly from being crammed on the bed all night with you. {{char}}: He finally moved away from the bed, walking into the bathroom to wash off the perfume scent from last night. He made sure all the evidence was off his neck and arms, which took a long ass time, but he eventually removed all of it. With his mouthwash and his toothbrush, he got rid of the alcohol stench from his mouth. And with some face wash and his face scrub, he got rid of any eye bags or blemishes on his face. He sighed, feeling semi-refreshed, as he shut the bathroom light off. {{user}}: I groan, sprawling out on the bed now that I was the only one in it. I then snore softly. {{char}}: He chuckled, seeing you take up the whole bed, all sprawled out like a big, squishy starfish. He walked over, sitting at the edge if the bed, staring at you. How could such a big and heavy person look so adorable? It was unreal.

"Mornin, sleepy head..."

He said, gently, poking your side. {{user}}: I groan, slowly opening my eyes. "Mmm.. Morning..." I mumble, curling up into the fetal position, laying on my left and covering my eyes with my left arm. {{char}}: He chuckled again, running his hand over your back.

"I knew you were a heavy sleeper, but damn. It's been an hour since I woke up..."

He said, keeping his hand on your back, feeling the way his hand just sunk into the soft, fatty flesh on your frame. {{user}}: "What time is it...?" I murmur. {{char}}: "Almost 11:30."

He answered, continuing to gently rub your back. He was a bit surprised at how long you were able to just stay asleep. {{user}}: I slowly unfurl my body, laying on my back and uncovering my eyes before sitting up. I sigh, pushing the covers off me. {{char}}: He continues to watch you, smiling a little at your sleepy state. You were adorable in the morning, all slow moving and groggy. He'd wake up before you for the sole purpose of seeing you like this, and he found it endearing.

"I think we should get some food. Pancakes, maybe?" {{user}}: "Oatmeal.." I mumble, rubbing my eyes while yawning before getting out of bed, slipping into my wild boar slippers. "You can eat pancakes. I want oatmeal.." {{char}}: "Ugh, oatmeal? You are so boring in the mornings."

He said with a teasing tone, watching as you stood up, slipping your feet into your slippers to keep comfy. He followed you, and stood up as well, stretching again, still in his boxers. {{user}}: I grab my glasses off the bedside table and put them on before heading to the bathroom. "oatmeal is good.." {{char}}: "For old-looking people, yeah..."

He teased again, following you into the bathroom. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling against you from behind. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder. {{user}}: I flinch a bit before looking back at him, pushing him lightly out of the bathroom. "I gotta pee.." {{char}}: He rolled his eyes, giving a playful scoff before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

"Fine, fine. I'll go make us breakfast then."

He said as he walked back to the bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and pulling them on. He started to walk downstairs to the kitchen. {{char}}: He stepped into the kitchen, looking over at the counter where he left the few bags of ice cream. He chuckled, shaking his head, amused at the fact that he still ended up buying so much ice cream for you. He walked over and opened the fridge, getting eggs and butter out, and putting them on the counter. He then put the butter in the pan, waiting for it to melt. {{user}}: After a few minutes, I make my way downstairs, changed into a casual 1950s dress, some white socks, and some black Mary Janes. I had my face in my phone, typing. {{char}}: He looked over as he heard you come down the stairs, still standing in front of the stove. He smiled as he saw how you were dressed today, looking like a 1950's housewife. It was cute.

"Mornin, beautiful." {{user}}: "Morning." I say simply, my face still in my phone as I sit down at the table, crossing my legs. {{char}}: He watched you, noticing how you were more in your phone than you'd usually be. Usually, you'd give him a little kiss and greet him properly, but not right now. He shrugged, shaking his head as he turned back towards the stove.

"What are you looking at?"

He asked, flipping the pancake he'd made. {{user}}: "Texting Blake, my manager. He says he needs me to come to the studio today. He wants to work on that song i set him." I say, putting my phone down on the table. I was bigger than Anthony, in the music industry, at least, so I knew I'd have to work eventually. I couldn't just stay in the house, as much as i wanted to. {{char}}: He nodded, listening to you as he stared at the pancakes in the pan, flipping one of them to keep it from burning. He sighed softly to himself as he heard you had to go to the studio. He knew he wouldn't see you for much of the day.

"When do you have to leave?" {{user}}: "I'll be back before dinner, hun. I'll be gone for a few hours, at least.." I say, trying to reassure him. {{char}}: He hummed, nodding again. He didn't like that you had to be away for an entire day, but at least you'd be home before dinner.

"Okay..."

He said, continuing to cook up the food. He sighed, putting the last pancake on a plate, then putting another one in the pan. {{user}}: "You're making a lot of pancakes.." I say, noticing that he was still cooking. "You've made like- at least twenty by now. You just making 'em until you run out of batter or something?" {{char}}: "Oh, shut up, you're the one that's gonna eat them all."

He said bluntly, rolling his eyes playfully as he continued to cook the pancakes. He was making a lot of them, he knew that, but he'd already bought so much ice cream, so what were a few more pancakes for his fat girlfriend. {{user}}: "The hells that supposed to mean...?" I ask, softly but confrontationly, noticing his blunt, almost bitter tone. It rubbed me the wrong way, even though he'd rolled his eyes in a playful way. {{char}}: He raised a brow, looking over at you, noticing how your previously stoic expression had a slight hint of anger.

"The hell do you think I mean? I'm not gonna finish twenty damn pancakes, you are."

He said, keeping up that same blunt tone, his eyes locked with yours. {{user}}: "I never wanted pancakes, I wanted oatmeal.." {{char}}: "Oh, boo hoo, I'm making pancakes instead. It's still breakfast food, so get over it."

He huffed, rolling his eyes, his tone now becoming annoyed and just plain rude. He was being snappy all of a sudden, for no real reason. What the hell happened? {{user}}: "Why the hell are you so mad all of a sudden? You're being bitchy for what?" {{char}}: He scoffed, still cooking the pancakes, his back now turned to you. He was acting like an ass for no real reason, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you were so damn distracted on your damn phone, you didn't say a proper greeting to me this morning, and you were being a bit bitchy." {{user}}: "Is that why you're so mad? I'm sorry that I get important texts from my manager!" I say sarcastically. {{char}}: "Well, maybe you can take five damn seconds out of your day to give me a proper good morning kiss as usual, before you start texting your damn manager."

He countered, still being rather pissy and bitchy. {{user}}: "Why are you so mad about a damn kiss? It's not that serious...!" {{char}}: "Oh, so you're gonna act like you don't usually give me a kiss in the morning? You're gonna act like you don't always come up to me, wrap your thick little arms around me, and hug me lovingly? Or you're gonna act like you didn't just come downstairs, sit at that table, and immediately ignore me while you were on your phone?"

He huffed, his tone still being rude. {{user}}: "Okay, jeez, I'm sorry!" I put my face in my hands and sigh, calming down. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just- I'm a little stressed right now..." {{char}}: "Oh, you're stressed? What happened to me being your happy pill, huh? Last I checked, you were supposed to relax around me."

He said, but his tone softened slightly, becoming less rude. He put another pancake on the plate, finally having enough of them made. {{user}}: "You are, I just- I haven't gone to work in a bit so my manager's loading a bunch of shit on me at once..." {{char}}: "Well, it shouldn't be that bad, right? Just the usual studio session bullshit. Not like they're sending you to a different state for a week."

He said, setting a plate full of pancakes in front of you, along with some syrup. {{user}}: I slide my phone across the table, letting him look at the texts from my manager. "Just... look at those." I say before turning my attention to the pancakes. "By the gods, that's a lot of pancakes.." I mumble. {{char}}: He picked up your phone, scrolling through the messages from your manager. His eyes widened as he saw all the things they were asking of you.

"Oh...damn."

He set the phone back down, eyeing the pancakes. He really did make a lot of them. He sat down across from you, his plate only having a small stack of four pancakes. {{char}}: "So...that's why you're a little distracted, huh? You got a lot to do..."

He said, taking a bite of his pancakes. As expected, they were really fluffy, and just as good as always. {{user}}: "Yeah..." I say, starting to eat my pancakes as well. "Do you have anything planned? I know you have your role as The Hood in ironheart, but what about after?" I say, talking with my mouth full a bit. {{char}}: He chuckled softly, watching you eat the pancakes with your mouth full. He found it cute, and it helped calm him down from the little argument you just had.

"Eh, nothing too extravagant. I got to do some interviews and maybe some photo shoots in a few days. Other than that, just gonna relax."

He answered, taking another bite of his food. {{user}}: "Hm, alright." I say, continuing to eat. It was a large stack of pancakes, and I had doubt that I'd finish them all, but I still ate. After a few minutes, I speak up again, "Are we ever gonna tell the media we're a couple...?" I ask, both curious and wanting to know his opinion. {{char}}: That question got him to look up from his food, thinking it over for a moment. The media wasn't really a focus on his life, but...it couldn't hurt to tell them...could it?

"I mean...I'd be fine with it, if you are."

He said with a shrug, taking another bit of his pancakes. {{user}}: I smile softly, saying nothing else as I eat. {{char}}: He smiles back, watching you continue to eat your pancakes. It was a good thing you had a big appetite.

"Christ, you sure eat a lot..?"

He teased gently. {{user}}: "You made like- twenty, that's a lot of pancake to eat." {{char}}: He laughed softly and nodded, realizing now that he had, indeed, made a lot of pancakes.

"Yeah, I know...I got carried away."

He sighed and shook his head slightly. {{user}}: I nod, continuing to eat. "Yeah, you get carried away when you're mad, especially around food. Remember when you ordered four pizzas that time we were arguing about what toppings we wanted?" {{char}}: He laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, shut up, I was stressed and hangry! It was completely justified." {{user}}: "I had to eat the leftovers. You got full after six slices of pepperoni.." {{char}}: "And you ate the rest like it was nothing! You have a damn black-hole for a stomach..."

He said, grinning widely. {{user}}: "You're lucky I stay up in the middle of the night sometimes. Otherwise, it would've taken longer to finish. But, I get hungry at night, and cold pizza is good." {{char}}: "Oh god, if you didn't wake up in the middle of the night, I'd be surrounded by leftovers in the morning..."

He said, thinking about the amount of food you ate on a daily basis. Granted, he was the one who spoiled you. {{user}}: "Luckily, you have a girl to eat for you. I remember a few nights ago you had put away the rest of a pot of spaghetti, and in the morning the pot was cleaned and put away~" I say before eating a pancake, almost done with my stack. {{char}}: "Damn, and that was a huge pot...! I'm surprised you can eat so damn much..."

He said, surprised at how much you could actually put away. You were a little black hole, and he was the one who fed you...He kind of liked it. {{user}}: "Blame my dad. He always left things for me and my brother when we woke up early; we'd just grab things, eat, maybe have a drink, and head back to bed." {{char}}: "Damn, your family really instilled those late night munchie snacks in you, huh?"

He said, a look of amusement on his face. He just thought it was funny, how you developed the habit of waking up in the middle of the night to get snacks, while half awake. {{user}}: "Pretty much." I shrug, finishing off the pancakes and letting out a small burp. "Phew, that was a lot of carbs.." I mumble before leaning back and rubbing my belly a bit. {{char}}: He just chuckled, shaking his head at the simple sound you made after those pancakes. He was amazed at how much you were able to eat in a sitting. You truly were a black hole when it came to food.

"Oh, those carbs are doing you well, mami. I swear you get more and more plump every day with all the feeding up I do..." {{user}}: I stand up and stretch before checking my phone and looking back at Anthony. "Damn, I gotta get going.." I head over to him and give him a kiss on the lips before waving goodbye and heading out the door. {{char}}: He returned the kiss, sighing as he watched you walk away. He couldn't help but want to stop you from leaving, but he didn't say anything. He only watched as you left and closed the door behind you. {{user}}: 8 pm. {{char}}: Anthony sighed as he sat on the couch, mindlessly flipping through the tv channels. He just couldn't get himself to watch anything. The house seemed empty without you, and the silence bothered him. How long had it been since you left? 8 hours? It seemed like years.

As he continued to flip through the channels, something caught his eye. He paused, staring at the screen. {{char}}: It was an entertainment news show, the usual kind. Talking about the latest movie stars and the latest gossip, but for some reason, it caught his interest. {{char}}: This time, they were talking about Hollywood's hottest couples. Talking about some couple's breakups, and others who were in long lasting relationships. It was all fine and good, but when the hosts were talking about him, he froze. {{char}}: "Up next is the ever elusive, Anthony Ramos. Fans have been speculating for years on what this famous actor's relationship status was and what happened to his ex-fiancé, Jasmine." The hosts said, looking at the camera. "He's been in several other relationships after the fiasco with his ex-fiancee, but apparently, none of them stuck around very long. Will he ever find love again? Who knows. With all the fuck boy energy he's been omitting lately, it's hard to tell. I mean, we've all heard 'Se-fue' by now, right?" {{char}}: The hosts all laughed a bit, shaking their heads at the thought of any girl being serious with him. The host leaned back in her chair and started to look at her notes. {{char}}: "Now, in other news, global popstar Zayn Thomas was finally spotted going into a music studio. This is good news for fans, especially after a year of radio silence and vague Twitter posts. What has she been up to? No one really knows, but i know we're all glad she's going back to work!" Another host said. {{char}}: Anthony was distracted from his original goal. Now, he was focused on the current segment of the talk show, not paying attention to any other news stories or anything else. He stared at the screen, now seeing a picture of you. {{char}}: "Now, Zayn is known to be an extremely private person, only seen with paparazzi a few times. Fans have even dubbed her the 'Reclusive popstar' because of how much she shuts herself away from the public or any social media." The host continued, continuing her segment. "Some fans speculate that she is in a relationship right now, but no one knows. Hell, no one even knows if she has a partner or not. But, one things for sure: she keeps her life under wraps." She finished and passed the segment over to another host. {{user}}: As Anthony watches the celebrity news, the front door unlocks before opening, and I walk inside. "Ant? You home, hun?" I call out before seeing him on the couch. "Oh, you're right here." I look at the tv. "Since when do you watch Tmz...?" {{char}}: He looked over at you, quickly trying to hide his surprise and keep a calm expression. He cleared his throat before answering.

"Oh, uh, I was just flipping through channels and got stuck on this show."

He lied. He had been actively watching the talk show for a while. {{user}}: "Hm. Alright, then. Did you make dinner?" I ask, hanging my jacket on the coat rack near the door. {{char}}: He watched as you put your jacket away, and he nodded.

"Yeah, I made your favorite tonight. Baked salmon, steamed vegetables, and some fried chicken."

He said, trying to keep his tone steady. {{user}}: "Mmm.. Oh my gods, I love you!" I say, clearly excited for dinner now. I walk further into the house, heading to the kitchen. {{char}}: He chuckled under his breath as he watched you quickly waddle your big, heavy body to the kitchen. He loved how you got so easily excited about food. It was adorable to him. {{user}}: "I can't wait for you to hear my new single. I think you'll really like it~" I say from the kitchen, the sound of the fridge opening and closing in the background. "I've had it on my mind for a while, so now that we're making our relationship public, getting to sing it was like heaven!" {{char}}: His eyes widened as he heard you mention your upcoming single. You had a new single? Why hadn't he heard of this before? He just decided to keep it to himself for now.

"Oh yeah? What's it about then?" {{user}}: "It's a secret, I can't tell you!" {{char}}: He raised his brow at you, tilting his head slightly. You looked so excited over this song.

"Aww, come on, I ain't gonna tell anyone about it! Just tell me what it's called at least..." {{user}}: "That'd give it away, I cann'tt!" I chuckle, making myself a plate of dinner before putting it in the microwave. {{char}}: He huffed, pouting a little.

"Fine, fine."

He then looked back at the TV, seeing that the talk show was still on the celebrity gossip segment. {{user}}: I walk out of the kitchen with my heated dinner, sitting down next to him. "What's so good about this show? All it does is pry into celebrity's business.." {{char}}: He moved his gaze back to you, not wanting to admit that he was watching because they talked about you.

"It's the gossip, I guess... And you get to see the celebrities sometimes."

He said, shrugging, like it was no big deal. He wanted to just focus on you right now. {{char}}: A moment of silence before he spoke up.

"They mentioned you on the show."

He said, trying to be vague. He wasn't sure how you'd react to that. {{user}}: I look up from my salmon, in disbelief. "They did..?" {{char}}: He nodded gently, staring at you intently.

"Yeah... They talked about you. Said you were going back to work." {{user}}: "Did they say anything about you?" {{char}}: He paused for a bit, debating on whether he should tell you the rest or not. He knew you were gonna find out at some point.

"They...they talked about me a bit too..." {{user}}: "What'd they say?" I ask before eating a bit of salmon. {{char}}: He paused once more, taking a deep breath.

"They talked about how...how they've never seen me in a 'serious' relationship, how all mine before apparently have failed, and how the fans call me a 'fuck boy'..."

He said all of this slowly, like he was just bracing for any negative reaction. {{user}}: I pause for a second before chuckling slowly, which turned into soft laughter. {{char}}: That reaction definitely surprised him. Why wasn't you getting mad? Why were you laughing? He had just admitted how the public was making fun of him and called him a 'player'. {{char}}: He looked at you with a confused expression on his face. Why were you laughing so much? He was sure that you were at least gonna get kinda mad or annoyed, but you were instead finding the whole situation funny. {{user}}: "Oh, woo. Calling you a playboy while in a relationship with a global star is hilarious! I can't wait for it to blow up in their faces when we go public tomorrow!" {{char}}: His eyes widened again. Tomorrow? You were going public tomorrow?! Anthony hadn't heard, but now that he knew, his heart immediately began to beat faster. He was surprised, nervous, and excited all at the same time. He was so used to being forced to stay low with you...but now that your relationship is gonna become public, there was so much potential... {{char}}: He couldn't help it anymore, a wide smile slowly broke out across his face. He was finally going to be able to officially, publicly say that he and the world-famous Zayn Thomas were together...no ifs, ands or buts. {{user}}: I notice his smile and smile wider, finding it cute. "Aw, look at that smile. You're so cute~" {{char}}: "I can't help it...I'm so damn excited. Tomorrow, the world is gonna know that you're mine~"

He said, that same wide smile never leaving his face. {{user}}: I pull him close and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, but feel like that's not enough, so I pull him back in and start to french kiss him. {{char}}: He lets out a surprised sound, taken by surprise at first. But his eyes quickly close as he melts into the kiss. His arms reach up and wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. That's when the kiss becomes a real make-out session. It becomes heated quickly, and he presses himself up against you, feeling all the curves and dips of your body that he loves so much. {{user}}: I pick him up, letting his legs wrap around my waist as I stand, heading upstairs. "I- fuck dinner. We need to celebrate." I mumble in between kisses. {{char}}: He chuckles, already feeling himself getting hot and bothered as you pick him up the way you do so effortlessly. His hands grip onto you tightly as you carry him upstairs, already knowing how the night was gonna go...and he was more than happy to let it go that way. He was beyond excited. {{user}}: After the sex, I held him close, close to falling asleep as we cuddle. {{char}}: His body was pressed up against your backside, still trying to catch his breath from what just happened.

"God, you...you wear me out every time..."

He mumbled as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing kissing along the skin softly. {{user}}: I chuckle softly. "I glad you had fun.." {{char}}: "I always have fun with you. You're amazing..."

He spoke again, his voice still a bit groggy from his orgasm earlier. He hugged your body close to his, like he was afraid you'd run from his grasp if he let go. {{char}}: "Can I make you a promise...?"

He asked softly, still holding tightly to your body. One of his hands slowly started to rub your belly. {{user}}: "Sure. What is it, hun...?" {{char}}: "Tomorrow, we go public...and I don't want to hide from the world anymore."

He started, his tone still soft, but a bit more stern. He wanted you to hear what he has to say, and to know he was serious.

"I want them to know about us. I want them to know about you. I want all these tabloids and news stations to know that you're officially taken...that you're mine." {{user}}: I smile and kiss his neck, pulling him closer. "You're always so sweet, hun.. I can't wait to show everyone what an amazing boyfriend you are... Not a playboy, or a womanizer, an amazing boyfriend.." {{char}}: He smiled wide, feeling your lips against his neck, and listening to your words. He couldn't explain the relief and happiness he felt from this. No more hiding from cameras. No more going through great lengths to keep his relationship a secret. He could just focus on you without worrying...

"Thank you, mami...I am gonna get so much hate tomorrow..." {{user}}: "And why would that happen?" {{char}}: "Cause people love to hate me for no reason. As soon as the news comes out, I bet they're gonna start bringing up the Jasmine bullshit again...calling me a 'player'..."

He said, rolling his eyes, already tired of the thought of it. {{user}}: "Right. I forgot about Jasmine..." {{char}}: He could've sworn he heard a hint of...disgust? Bitterness? He couldn't quite place the tone but he knew one thing for sure: you definitely didn't like talking about his ex. {{char}}: "You don't like talking about her...do you?"

He asked, curious as to why you had a hint of distaste in your voice at the mention of her name. {{user}}: "No. I mean, it's been four years, hasn't it? I don't get why people are so hung up about her, and it's making you hung up as a side effect..." {{char}}: He nodded in agreement. That's exactly what he was talking about. Everyone seems to love bringing it up, even after four years...it was like the whole ordeal was immortalized. It was annoying him, that's for sure.

"Yeah, I'm so tired of people harping on and on about it...it's like...why can't they just let it go?" {{user}}: "Let's just sleep it off, hun. It'll be fine..." {{char}}: He nodded, sighing softly. He wasn't done talking about it all, but he knew he had tired himself out and, more than likely, you were tired too. He cuddled closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle as he closed his eyes.

"Yeah...maybe it will be..." {{user}}: In the morning. {{char}}: Anthony slowly woke up, his eyes opening just barely. He looked over at the side of the bed, noticing that you weren't there.

"Mami..?"

He called out softly, his voice still a bit groggy. He sat up a little, the blanket pooling over his naked lap, making sure to keep the cold off of his skin. {{user}}: I didn't reply, but the smell of coffee and breakfast slowly wafted upstairs. {{char}}: He smiled a little, smelling the food and coffee. He pushed the covers off of his body, revealing his body in all of its bare glory. He stood up with a yawn, grabbing a pair of sweatpants from his closet and slipping them over his legs. He walked out the room, following the yummy scents downstairs. {{user}}: I hummed while I made pancakes and eggs, Pretty Little Baby by Connie Francis playing as I cooked, finishing the eggs and frying a few pieces of bacon for him, my green dress swishing slightly as I sway softly. {{char}}: He paused in the doorway for a moment, admiring your curvy figure in that dress of yours. As usual, it hugged all of your curves perfectly. You always liked vintage stuff, and it showed, especially in the way you liked to style yourself. Anthony- and most of the world, for that matter- loved it. It was just so... you ...he loved it. {{user}}: As I fry the bacon Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes starts playing, and I softly sing along, changing some lyrics. "Oh, but love grows where my Anthony goes, and nobody knows like me~" {{char}}: He chuckled softly, a wide smile spreading across his face as you sang the song. He leaned against the doorway, just watching you as you sang and cooked breakfast in that simple little dress. He never could get enough of seeing you at home. You were such a sweet, domestic goddess, and he loved it. {{char}}: He finally pushed himself off of the doorway, walking up behind you. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, and placed a soft kiss on your neck, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. {{user}}: I flinch a bit before chuckling. "Good morning to you too, hun. How'd you sleep?" {{char}}: He hummed as he gave your neck a few hickey bruises, pressing his body up against your backside.

"Not too bad...you weren't there when I woke up."

He replied, still peppering your neck with kisses, his hands sliding down and resting on your wide hips. {{user}}: "Well, I've been up since five. Decided to make breakfast to get ready for the busy day ahead." {{char}}: He raised a brow as he continued placing hickey's on your skin, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Five? Seriously?"

He mumbled against your neck, letting out a soft sigh.

"Mãmi, you didn't have to get up that damn early..." {{user}}: "I know, I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't, so I just took a shower and got ready, you know?" I turn off the stove, putting the bacon on a plate with some paper towels to let some of the grease soak off. "Plus, today's a big day. Better to start early, right?" {{char}}: He hummed in reply, finally stopping his hickey assault on your neck. He placed a final kiss on the nape of it, then rested his chin on your shoulder.

"I guess so..."

He mumbled. He couldn't help but dread the fact that the media was gonna start blowing the hell up once you and him went public. He knew there were gonna be tons of eyes on them. {{user}}: "Come on, let's eat breakfast. Better not to mope around like I know you will." I tease, bumping him slightly with my butt. {{char}}: He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes.

"It's not moping. I prefer the term, 'having thoughts, and being rational about the media.'"

He quipped, giving your ass a little spank. {{user}}: "Whatever, just go sit down. I'll bring you your breakfast." {{char}}: He rolled his eyes again. He didn't wanna admit it, but he loved it when you bossed him around.

"Yes, mami."

He grumbled, reluctantly untangling himself from you and making his way to the dining table.