Requested by: Coolgirl96248
AU: After total drama
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"And Y/N L/N is reportedly feuding with-"
"Y/N L/N pregnant?"
"Y/N L/N hasn't addressed that rumor about-"
You felt yourself break down, video after video those celebrity gossip channels made about you. None of them were true, and it hurt you so much to know that many people believed it.
Being a famous singer isn't as easy as it looks from the outside. You may be surrounded by many people who look up to you, have money, and live in a big house, but that didn't stop the chaos that comes with it.
Lately, the media had been spreading rumors about you. Because of that, many people started hating on you and some people would even go as far as stalking you. Just last week, you had to call the police on this guy for waiting on your front yard with a knife. It was exhausting, and on top of that, you had no privacy. Sometimes, you wished you could just be normal.
"Honey?" Your fiance, Noah asked, opening your bedroom door. "Honey, are you watching those gossip channels again?"
Noah did reality shows with Owen, while you were a singer. He loved his job and didn't have as much trouble as you. He did get nasty rumors about him here and there, but his situation wasn't as severe.
You and Noah had met back in Total Drama World Tour. He really liked your singing, but was too shy to tell you, until Owen blurted it out. You and Noah bonded quickly, after you started approaching him more, then got engaged to him, after dating for eight years.
You wiped your tears, then closed your laptop. "It's fine."
Noah shook his head, then walked to the bed, sitting next to you. He took your laptop, setting it on the bedside table. "It isn't, if it's hurting you. You need to stop watching those channels. I can see how much it affects you."
"It's hard, when I know people are saying things about me.. I don't understand why others would believe it, if it isn't true." Your voice cracked, then you started to cry. Noah hugged you tightly, and rubbed your back.
"Sometimes, I just wish things were like how they were before.. Before I went into the spotlight." You sobbed. Noah continued to hug you, and whisper comforting words to you.
After twenty minutes, Noah thought of an idea. Your sobs quieted down, and Noah smiled a bit, then pecked your cheek.
"How about we get away for a bit? Remember that private island we bought in the Carribbean last year?"
You nodded, then he continued, "Let's take a short vacation there. Your award show isn't until the next two weeks and I don't have to go back to filming until the new survivor series next month. Now is the perfect time."
"Okay." You agreed. You were happy you were able to get away from it all, even for a short amount of time. You and Noah spent the rest of the night planning the trip out, while packing.
The next day, you both got into your private jet to head to the private island. The paparazzi swarmed you and Noah, yelling out unnecessary questions. Noah protectively put his arm around you, guiding you into the jet, while you shook in agitation. Sometimes you didn't mind the paparazzi, but now wasn't really the good time, especially with the media spreading rumors about you.
By the time you got into the plane, you leaned back, sighing in relief. Noah sat next to you, smiling.
"Now, the adventure starts." You smiled, and he nodded.
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"Y/N, wake up." Noah lightly shook you. You groaned, then sat up, rubbing your eyes.
"Are we there already?" You asked. Noah nodded, then you smiled lightly and got up from your seat.
You and Noah walked out of the plane, carrying your luggage. You smiled at the scenery of the island, and headed into your beach house.
"Thank you." You said to Noah, after helping him unpack the luggage in the bedroom.
"What for?" Noah asked, fixing the bed.
"For suggesting this trip.. I've been so stressed lately and this vacation will most likely help." You said.
Noah smiled, and put a pillow down. "I just wanted you to feel better."
You sat on the bed, crossing your legs. A smirk found its way to your lips. "So.. We're alone now.."
Noah blushed, and nodded. "Indeed we are.."
You gently grabbed Noah and kissed him. He responded, running his hands through your hair.
"Wait." You giggled, and reached for the curtains, closing it. Noah shyly smiled, then took his shirt off. You got onto the bed, and Noah reached for your skirt, unbuttoning it. You slid off your underwear, and Noah pinned you down onto the bed.
"Noah." You moaned, as he slid his finger in and out of you. Noah kissed your cheek, then grabbed a condom from the bedside table. You moaned loudly, as he thrusted into you hard. You gripped the sheets of the bed, screaming out his name.
After ten minutes, Noah lied beside you, and kissed your collarbone, as you orgasmed. You panted then, ran your hand through your hair, feeling sweat.
"I love you Y/N." Noah whispered, kissing your forehead.
You scrunched your nose, knowing you are sweaty. "I love you too."
You both spent the next five minutes, cuddling on the bed, naked in silence. Noah sat up, then walked to the closet, putting on a robe.
"Where are you going?" You asked, watching him walk out of the bedroom.
Noah walked back, sticking his head in the room, "I'm going to make us some snacks. Want to come?"
You nodded, then got a robe, putting it on, and headed out the door.
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You and Noah coated the fruit Noah packed in chocolate, then decided to eat it in the hot tub together. Noah shoved a chocolate covered pineapple towards you, feeding you. You smiled and let him do this, as you two relaxed in the tub together. You didn't want this vacation to end.
For the rest of the week, you and Noah spent most of the time going to the beach and kayaking in the water. During the night, you both spent time watching the stars, as you both lied together in the sand, talking about your futures.
Sadly, all good things come to an end, and it was already Monday. Since your award show was next week, and Noah had to prepare to film, you both had to leave.
As you and Noah packed, you began to feel anxious again about everything going on. The vacation may have taken your mind off it, but that didn't mean your problems completely went away.
"Honey, are you okay?" Noah asked, glancing at you, as he folded his clothes.
You shook your head. "I'm scared things are going to fall apart again."
Noah put down the shirt he was folding, then brought you into a hug, as you cried a little. Noah pulled away, wiping your tears, with sadness clear on his face.
"No matter what happens, I'll always be here. You will always have me. I promise. When people are telling you things that aren't true, listen to your voice.. Or listen to mine, if it will help you more."
You weakly nodded, surprised at this side to Noah. You continued to help him pack, and smiled to yourself. At this moment, you knew there was no doubt that he would be here for you no matter what.
After three hours, your plane arrived and you and Noah left the island. You looked out the window, already missing every moment. Noah stroked your hand, and assured you everything will be okay. You nodded, and decided to believe him.
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A month had passed, since the getaway, and you were sitting on your couch, writing a song about it. You wrote about how the media affected you, and how Noah was there to make you feel better. You also mentioned how amazing he is.
Noah walked into the living room, locking the door from behind him. He spotted you on the couch, and smiled, walking over to you. "Hey honey. What are you up to?"
You stopped writing, and closed your notebook. You looked up, smiling at your fiance. "You'll find out soon."
Noah leaned in to kiss your cheek, then heading to the kitchen. You smiled, then continued writing your song about the greatest and most amazing man in the world. Noah.