Gillian, you found me again

Camera man

YOUR POV:
"What the fuck" Gillian scrolls through the endless articles, looking more and more mad. "Who the fuck were those kids" she says handing me back my phone "I don't know"

One of the kids must've posted something that got news reporters interested since all that's flooding my phone right now, are articles.

Not just any articles though. Some headlines say "y/n is hiding Gillian Anderson in her house! Why? Read more here!" Others read "Gillian Anderson and y/n hiding relationship from the public, click here for more!"

I sit in bed next to Gillian just questioning every last move I've made. Although different titles, the one thing these articles have in common is that one sentence saying
"Paige Sprong quotes 'I asked y/n a question at the door, but she kicked me out. I know what I saw, Gillian was right in that bedroom' "

Fuck Paige. I swear high school only exists for mean girls. Problem is, this could destroy both of our careers. And it's all because of me. Gillian takes one look at me then says "don't blame this on yourself, those bitches are just out to get you"

She grabs my hand "it's not your fault, I promise" I don't move my head. I stay facing my lap, wishing this never could've happened. even though I can't see her, I can tell Gillians smiling at me, wanting me to smile back, but I won't.I can't.

She grabs my other hand, forcing me to turn a little. "Hey you can't beat yourself up over this" I just stare blankly into her lap "you have all these fans, tell me honestly who's gonna leave you for some random girl from a few articles claiming she saw me with no proof."

She gently puts a hand under my chin, lifting it up. I see her tentative eyes, and try not to smile. "Your fans are the first to believe you no matter what, they will stick by you"

Her eyes give the warmest reassurance "soon enough people will realize how wrong she is" her eyes drift down to my lips
"and you will be up there, huge idol, sweet person, and amazing girlfriend"

Her eyes change from the daze she was in to embarrassment when she realizes what she's just said. I try so hard, I can't help but giggle. She throws her head in her lap and I feel her grip tighten while she groans in annoyance

"I didn't mean thattttt" she says through the bed "mhm sure you didn't" she sits up and I notice how red she is "I guess someone's thinking of me" I look away in sarcasm while she giggles too

"Shut up" she quickly kisses me then pulls me in for another hug. I know it will be okay, as long as she's here. We get up, and order breakfast today. Ihop for good measure.

Just like the memory of yesterday we try our best to not get bored inside the house all day. I could listen to her story's for hours but I don't want to waste them all in a few days. In the afternoon we settle for online shopping

We make a challenge that we have to buy an outfit for each other on Amazon. It can be anything I wanna see Gillian in, and anything she wants to see me in. We're ordering with prime so it comes tomorrow hopefully giving us something fun to do.

We both sit at the table, on opposite ends. I decide to buy her a white little cropped tank top thing, some dark grey sweat shorts, and pair of sunglasses, and some red converse.

It's been about an hour and a half when I finish. I look at Gillian, still concentrating on that phone. I put my phone down and kiss her cheek, Then grab a spoon and some peanut butter.

After a few minutes she turns her head and judges my spoonful of peanut butter "what you never seen someone eat peanut butter out of the jar?" She laughs the walks over to me

"No actually it's one of my favourite snacks" she dips her finger into the jar and licks the heaping fingerful. I pretend to be annoyed

"Peanut butter thief!" I yell as she walks into the living room. She runs back in "sorry I forgot something" she grabs the jar out of my hand then runs away with it

"I'm calling the fbi man, excuse you!" I chase her around the house until she finally slows down a moment. I pull her in by her waist "got you! You owe me about 50 jars of peanut butter for that"

"Ugh okay" she says with heavy breath, and hands me the jar. I dip my finger back in jar, and eat a big fingerful. She just smiles at me then walks into the living room. I put the lid back on the jar, and are about to close it when she quietly walks back next to me

"What?" I say quietly. "Look at this" she whispers. She leads me out to the living room and points the window. I squint my eyes trying to see through the blind, and when I'm about to say "I don't see anything" I just make out the figure of a tall man with a camera

At first I think it's paparazzi, but then I realize it's only him there. Normally paps come in groups. He's also not hiding anywhere which is really weird considering the whole point of the paps is to get secret images of people.

It's not like maybe he's a new pap and doesn't know where to go, because he's literally standing still on the sidewalk right in front of my car just peering into the house.

"He knows something. He's gotta, why else would he be here?" I whisper "I don't know, I don't think he's a pap tho" she reply's. I nod in agreement, we just stare out the window for another few seconds, then she pulls me up back into the kitchen

"I know it's weird, but let's keep on eye on him just in case he stays around of something" I nod, remembering that I've closed every single window in this house, made sure to cover it because of the paps.

We should definitely be safe, but this guy..... I don't know.