Gold Rush

The morning after the interview hit the public the whole house ended up crowded in the living room. It was a mess. Previously it was made known that Noah had a girlfriend, lucky for me I'm a pretty elusive girlfriend to the public eye. Now that the  fans have a name for the elusive girlfriend, things are a little different. All of this is fine with me but with the growing and ever-strengthening fanbase Bad Omens has, Swiftie-like detective skills have made themselves known among the typically quiet fanbase. Now with my name out in the open, finally after all this time I have been linked to Nick; as one can only expect, the fans are having a field day with this. Much to our dismay the fans seem incredibly divided on the topic, many claiming it won't last long and that mine and Noah's age gap is to severe. On the other hand, those who don't hate me, are supportive of our relationship. I find it hard to truly enjoy and feel the support from the fans that give it when the hatefulness of the other side feels so much heavier and unpleasant.

"It could be so much worse," Nick offered from the otherside of the coffee table, where he sat on the floor, leaning back against the couch. We had all been glued to our phones watching the chaos unfold online.

"I don't know about that" I countered without pulling my eyes from my phone.

"It's pretty rough," Jolly agreed before tossing his phone onto the table.

"It'll blow over, their opinions don't matter anyway." Noah said as his hand slowly snuck over to my body and pulled my phone from my grasp. "Enough of that, we have a dress to go buy," he stated before standing up and offering me a hand that I took gladly. Quickly he pulled me from the couch and began tugging me to the front door, in a desperate attempt to flee the situation.

"No." Noah's voice rang out again that same annoying word. "No way," he added. His arms stayed crossed over his body where he sat on the low back couch in the center of the dressing room. I pulled the curtain closed without a word and began working my way out of the tight dress. My patience running dangerously thin as Noah just said no to the fifth dress in a row.

The boys had finished the album during my absence and now after several weeks of post production work it was time for it's release. To my dismay I am not allowed to forgo the release party, landing us here, looking for a dress. "Would you prefer I wear a potato sack?" I called through the curtain dividing Noah and I.

"No, I just," he sighed loudly, "I-I don't want people."

"Seeing me?" I attempted to finish his sentence.

"It's not like that," he counter argues. "I don't want everyone seeing what's mine," I heard him stand up and approach the curtain. "I don't want anyone looking at you and thinking about you-"

"Noah Sebastian, you sound jealous" I made my statement before pulling back the curtain to reveal the next dress. Noah was leaning against the wall that divides the dressing rooms with his hand reached above his head. I watched as his eyes assessed the dress on me, not an immediate no, that's a good sign. "Well?" I asked covering my voice in a tone of innocence as I ghosted my hands up my body till they stopped at my hips. It was a short black skater dress, it stopped just below my bottom and the back was a large sheer mesh panel, leaving me no choice but to go without a bra.

"Turn" he spoke his command quietly. I crossed one foot over the other and unwound my body in a full three-sixty. "I like it," he pushed off the wall and meandered back to his previous seat before settling down on the low couch. "Do you like it?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I do, I like it more than the others, that's for sure" I nodded as I spoke while absentmindedly swaying side to side, causing the short skirt to flutter out.

"Mhm, we'll if it makes you happy, then I guess it's the one." He phrased his acceptance of the dress like I had final say, we both know that's not true just as we know he was very close to saying no to this dress as he had the others. I let a smile spread on my face as I turned back to the dressing room. I'll get to have fun in this little number in just a matter of days.

Long fingers grazed the skin of my thighs under the cover of the deeply colored bathwater where I rested with my back against Noah's chest. "They're working on finalizing all the dates for the tour this spring" Noah spoke softly in the dim lighting of the bathroom.

"How long is this one going to be?" my hands rested on Noah's knees that protruded from the water on either side of me. I know he's doing his best to speak on this topic gently, cautiously, maybe a little too fearfully? "Don't worry about me, I know that's what you're doing" I let the accusation escape me without thought.

"It's my job to worry about you, I know you probably don't want to go on every tour with us, and I want you to be fully informed before you make any decisions" he countered, halting his hands movements before moving his arms to wrap around my midsection.

"Is there going to be tours I can't go on?" I asked concern instantly swirling in my mind at the thought.

"No, no that's not what I'm saying, that's not what I'm saying at all." he rushed his words out as he tightened his grip on me. "I'm just saying, one day you might want a break. I'm trying not to suffocate you, you know." the tenderness of his words melted me.

"I love being suffocated by you" I teased as I sunk further into his hold. "I don't see myself ever not wanting to join you on tour," I patted his leg as I spoke hoping to calm his mind. "Don't worry about me so much, I can handle myself," I tried to assure him.

"That's easier said than done, babe" he muttered as he leaned down to rest his chin on my shoulder.

After a full everything shower I worked on my post shower routine of skincare and blow drying my hair, I could hear Noah singing in the shower as I dressed in a t-shirt and the undies I'd be wearing under my dress tonight. I got to work on my makeup once my body cooled down from the heat of the blow dryer. I didn't want to do too much so I kept it simple with a black wing for my eyeliner and glossing my lips in my favorite nude pink. Once I was satisfied with my makeup I slipped into my dress before turning to my closet for the great shoe debate. Boots, or heels? Chunky heeled boots, or strappy heels? Sweaty feet, or? Heels, it's heels, I'm going with the heels. I grabbed the black heels from their resting spot in my closet, I slid my feet into them easily and bent over to secure the straps around my ankle. Just as I was moving to stand back up, the bathroom door opened, seconds later a long whistle came from the mouth of Noah, who stood in the door way with wide eyes.

"What if I say you can't go tonight?" He teased as he stalked over to me. His voice was smooth and deep and more than capable of hypnotizing me.

"I think that would be a shame." I slowly turned to face the man that stopped just out of arms reach from me. "To have bought me such a pretty dress, just to not let anyone see me in it."

"I don't like people looking at you" his voice came out rough as he looked down at me.

"Why's that?" I crossed one foot over the other as I stood there awaiting his response. His shoulders held visible tension as he let out a breath slowly.

"Because," he took a small step closer before reaching out to me, one hand went to the small of my back and pulled me into his chest, causing me to stumble. He used his other hand to catch me as I fell into him. "You're mine." After steadying myself I looked up at him to find his deep brown eyes piercing back into me.

"Everyone knows that now," I reminded him lightly as I brought my hands to rest against his chest. "You don't have anything to worry about." Quickly he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine in a urgent kiss, our lips moved together is a short fight for dominance that can only be won by him. He didn't pull away till I was almost out of air, resting his forehead against mine he looked back at me, eyes looking into my soul, lips plush from the dramatic kiss.

"We better get going before I change my mind," he spoke softly as his hands dropped from my waist to find my hands at my sides.