Famous!2p!America x Reader-Secret 3

Famous!2p!America x Reader-Secret 3

“How do you know Allen?”(Bf/n) grinned, waiting for an answer.

“I-“

“She’s a bit shy when people ask her that question. Most people don’t believe her.”Al hugged you really tight that you could hardly breathe.

“People are staring.”You whispered to Al.

“OH MY F*CKING GOD IS THAT HIM!?!??”You already heard a fangirl.

Soon Al and you were engulfed in a crowd of fans and you could tell by their stares they were wondering why he had his arm wrapped around you. Losing sight of your best friend you noticed people were taking pictures of you and Al. Panicking, Al ended up putting his jacket over you to cover your face.

What if these photos leak? Al could have just left me alone and then we wouldn’t have this problem! People are now wondering why I’m with him. This is not looking good one bit. It felt like we were being mobbed by paparazzi. So this is what celebrities have to deal with every time they’re out?

Rushing out of school, you could care less that school was still going on. Just when you thought Al and you were safe a bunch of people with cameras started rushing out. There were a lot of microphones shoved in your face including Al’s. Squinting your eyes, you tried to block it with your hands.

Al on the other hand didn’t care and shoved people’s cameras, microphones, and questions away. With his signature bomber jacket around you it didn’t look good at all. If only his body guards were here to tell these people to stop. But now it seems hopeless. Al quickly whispered to you to not say anything.

EVEN if they say something offensive.

“Who is this girl!?”
“Al, do you know her?”
“Are you Al Jones’s girlfriend?”
“Is that his jacket?”
“Have you slept with him!?”
“How many celebrities do you know and how many have you slept with?”

Feeling at your eye twitch, they all started to ask ridiculous questions. Can they just leave you alone!? Nope. But with the help of Al, he picks you up and then starts running really fast. Shocked with his speed, you wondered if you were heavy because who looked like he can be out of breath any second now.

“Where do you live!?”Al yelled.

“Where’s your driver?”You asked.

“I went behind my body guards back to watch you, now where do you live!?”Al gritted his teeth.

Telling him where, he just listened to your instructions. Making it to your house, you never felt happier to see the place. No crowds questioning why a famous rapper is holding you, a complete nobody. As Al set you down, you opened your house to him sighing. Great, now he knows where you live.

Oh well.

Entering the house, you quickly went into your bedroom to pull out your phone. There was on text and it was from (bf/n). She was saying that photos of Al and you are already on Facebook and that you were tagged to it. Grabbing your computer you turned it on, while Al was lecturing you about almost spilling his secret.

“They have photos of us together.”You quickly logged on facebook to see all the mentions you were in.

“Doesn’t matter right now.”Al  sighed.”D*mn it, listen to me! I highly doubt that they care about a stranger like you.”

“Maybe.”You pouted.

“Cheer up, Dollface. You’ll always be known as the girl who almost spills my secret.”Al grinned.

“Not helping.”You laugh lightly before subconsciously leaning your head against Al’s shoulder.

Clicking on all the photos, you noticed how you looked so confused in every one of them. Al on the other hand was one hot piece of @$$ who was thinking of a plan. And that plan was run and don’t bump into paparazzi. Suddenly you felt Al’s arm snake around your waist and his head on top of yours.

Blushing a dark shade of red, you couldn’t help but smile and fangirl inside. Opening another tab, you put in the search bar ‘Will you rap ‘Beat Me’ for your favorite fan?’. Beat me was one of Al’s songs and it was your personal favorite to be honest. He maybe be a murderer but he sure can rap.

“Is that message for me?”Al asked.

“Yes. Please!”You begged.

“You want me to give you a private show?”Al smirked.

“Don’t make it sound like I want a lap dance from you!”You blushed harder.

“Alright.”Al cleared his throat.”Here goes nothing.”