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Let You Go - Dominic Calvert-Lewin (One Shot) đŠ
Summary: You leave Dom without warning after his mum expresses her disapproval of you and he tries to get you to come home with him. (Massive thanks to @dee192â for requesting this, I changed it up a tiny bit but I hope youâll still like it) đ€ x
Warnings:Â painful pain angsty angst
Word Count: 2.1k
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âShe doesnât want to see you,â you could hear your friend say. âPlease, let me just talk to her, fuck, let me just see her!â Dom begs.
âThereâs not much I can do Dom, please you have to understand. Seeing you right now isnât what she wants, or needs!â your friend replies. âWhat does she not want? Me? She doesnât want me anymore?â he asks. âIâI donât,â your friend sighs, not knowing what to say. âThatâs right you canât answer me, so let me fucking see her,â Dom pleads.
âI need answers! Let me fucking in!â his voice getting louder and louder, your friend unable to contain him for much longer.
You rested your head behind the door, trying to listen in on their conversation. Your emotions were all over the place, you so badly wanted to run up to him, tell him that of course you want him, but your relationship just wasnât on the cards.
Words of âIâve seen the likes of you beforeâ, âyou will never be enough for himâ and âyou are just another gold digger trying to rob him of all his moneyâ said by his mother play through your mind over and over. And he doesnât even know it.
Barely half an hour since that painful conversation, you swiftly packed all your things into two full suitcases and left your shared home to take shelter at your friendâs home.
You wiped the house clean of your things with except for a post-it that says,
Iâm sorry. I canât do this anymore.
You deserve someone better.
Please just trust me and let me go.
The paper wasnât big enough to write an explanation, and you werenât planning to give him one anyway.
Since then, itâs been two weeks of complete silence from your end.
Now, heâs standing in your friendâs driveway, arguing with her after getting a tip from a friend of his on your whereabouts.
***
You are desperate to see him, even for a split second. You needed to see him, just once more, to forever remind yourself of the contours of his face you used to trace with your fingertips, the full lips you sorely miss, and the comfort of his arms you so painfully want to be wrapped in. To remind yourself of your one true love, that no other man after him could ever live up to.
Giving into your impulses, you step behind the window to catch a glimpse of him. One peek was all it took for his head to shoot up to where you stood, as if his senses activated the second you were in sight.
Youâve been seen.
You felt your body freeze, before making a run for the stairs to hide yourself from him.
â(Y/N)...â he whispered. â(Y/N)âNo, donât run away from me!â Dom chases after you. Of course, he beats you to it and grabs your arm, making it impossible to reach the top of the stairs. Reminder to never even be bothered to run away from a professional athlete ever again. Thereâs no point.
âDonât fucking run away from me for fuckâs sake!â he yells at you. Catching up to you within milliseconds.
âWhat the fuck do you want, Dom?â pulling your arm out his grasp, your hostility surprising Dom. You take a step, hovering above him. âWhat the fuck do I want? I want you to fucking come home! I want you to talk to me so we can work this out like fucking adults!â
âI donât want to fucking talk to you, I made that very clear,â you tell him. âYou left without an explanation, (Y/N)! You honestly think that I deserved that? That I deserved to come home to an empty house, to find the love of my life gone, and a stupid piece of paper telling me that youâve left? Fuck off,â Dom shakes his head in anger.
âYou just have to trust me, please, just leave,â you plead. âI am not fucking leaving until you give me answers.â
âDid you cheat on me?â Domâs voice barely made it out. âCheat on you? Of course I didnât, how, how could you even think that?â taken aback at his question. âI donât know, maybe youâve been playing a game this whole time,â his voice gets louder with every syllable.
âA game? You think Iâm enjoying this? Fine, the fucking truth is, I am split in two, Dom. I left half of my heart with you in that house that I no longer can function. You havenât seen what Iâve been like over the past couple of weeks, so you donât get to accuse me of playing a game,â you retaliate.
âYou havenât seen what Iâve been like!â upset at what you said. âYou left for no reason! You barely gave me an explanation! I am so in over my head that Iâve been shit at training, shit at games, Iâve had the entire Goodison yell profanities at me when I got taken off, Iâve disappointed everyone because my mind, my heart, and my fucking soul is set on you!â Dom angrily lets out his thoughts.
âSo itâs my fault? Great, another thing that I should take blame for,â you chuckle sarcastically, feeling overwhelmed. âCheers Dom, nice talk, have a great night,â you proceed to walk up the stairs before Dom pulls you back down.
âIâm not fucking done with you,â he says sternly. âWe are working this out now,â gesturing to the floor.
âFine, not here, youâll wake the entire neighbourhood up,â you continue your way up the stairs and into your friendâs guest bedroom, with Dom trailing behind you. Dom nearly shudders at the sight of the room, unhappy that youâve made it into a home with everything so tidy, so in place, so cosy. He briefly wonders if youâll ever come back.
***
The second the door was shut, you and Dom went back to arguing. And he wasted no time.
âYou shut me out for weeks! You packed up your bags and left while I was at training, you donât pick up my calls, you ignore my texts, you hide out at your friendâs place while we have our own home, you left me with nothing except for that stupid post-it!â he pants. âHow the fuck do you think that made me feel? Youâve put our entire relationship in a small piece of fucking paper,â he looks away for a moment. âYou couldnât even say goodbye.â
âHas it ever crossed your mind that maybe I couldnât bring myself to say goodbye to you? Did it ever occur to you that if you ever tried to stop me I wouldâve stayed and been with you even though I know it wouldnât work?â you raise your voice.
âHow would you fucking know that it wouldnât work? You barely gave us a chance to work it out, you just left!â his arms flail in frustration. âI donât even know what weâre meant to work out, why you even left!â
Silence fills the air before Dom shifts closer to you.
âWhy did you leave me?â Dom softly asks, barely making eye contact. You let out a deep breath at his question.
âYou donât get it Dom, you just donât,â you look onto the floor. âWhat is it that I donât get? Tell me, please,â Dom begs.
Youâve been cornered and there is no escape.
âYour mother hates me, and thereâs nothing I can do about it,â shaking your head. âMy mother? What?â Dom pulls back and sits up straight.
âWe had a conversation,â youâre finally about to speak your truth. Domâs head shot up, confused.
âYou werenât home, she came over and sat me down,â you pause, pressing your lips together, bracing yourself for whatâs about to come out of your mouth. âYour mum told me that I am a gold digger, that Iâm with you for the money and the fame,â you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. âWhâwhat?â Dom takes a sharp inhale in shock. âShe sees her as her own daughter and I canât live up to that,â you refer to his ex.
Dom looks up to the ceiling in disbelief. âYour mom told me she knew I couldnât make a living for myself with the job that I have, and accused me of preying on you to be set for life,â a tear rolled down your eye to which you quickly wiped. âIââ âAnd sheâs right, in a way,â you look up at him, cutting him off. âYou bought us a house, you built us a home, you provide me with comfort, you give me security,â you pause for a moment. âYou gave me everything, whilst I gave you nothing.â
Dom stays silent knowing thereâs more. And heâs right. âBut even if you didnât have all of those things, even if you barely have a penny in your pocket, Iâd still be in love with you. If everything we have, if everything you have would be taken away from you right this second, Iâd still be in love with you,â you place a hand on his right cheek, and notice that his eyes have turned bloodshot red.
âBut I also canât handle disapproval. If your mother thinks that youâre better off without me, as much as it kills me,â you begin to cry. âIâI have to respect that,â your voice breaking. âI just want you to be happy, even if that means Iâd have to let you go.
Dom pulls you into his arms, holding you, embracing you, harder than ever before.
âI donât care what my mother thinks, I am in love with you and only you,â Dom assures you whilst trying to process what you said. âYou have given me more than I could ever offer. Youâve shown me that I am a man who deserves to be loved. Youâve filled me in with so much love my heart could burst at any given time. Youâve given me more reasons to live and give my all in this world. That is more than anything I could give you.â
âYou deserve someone else,â your voice breaks. âI deserve you. I have no interest in reliving my past or even have anyone from my past be a part of my life today, because you are my life,â he says, staring into your eyes hoping you believe him.
You look up to him in shock and relief at the same time, if thatâs even possible.
âI love you too much,â he says, holding your face in his hands. âI would marry you right fucking now if I could, I would get eloped with you right now and run away from the world. Just the two of us,â Dom tells you. âWe donât need anyoneâs blessing. I donât care for it,â he confesses. âI just want you.â
âWe canât be together Dom, your mumââ ââI donât care what she thinks. I am grown enough to know whatâs meant for me and what isnât. She was massively out of line and shouldnât have made such a despicable accusation,â he says, pissed off.
âDonât say that, sheâs your mother,â you try to calm him down. âI get that, but sheâs almost cost me the love of my life, and if I lost you I canât ever forgive her for that,â he whispers. âWeâll go through this together, you have to believe me when I say that Iâm not letting anyone get in the way of us,â he tries to convince you. âYou shouldâve known that I would do anything to protect what we have.â
âI didnât want to put you in a position where you had to choose,â you say to him. âI understand, but that isnât your choice to make baby,â Dom says.
âI love you, (Y/N). No one and nothing can get in the way of that, ever, you have to believe me, please,â Dom begs. âI love you,â you say it back.
Dom puts a hand behind your neck, pulling you close before planting a hard kiss on your tear-stained lips. The kiss was desperate, full of longing, desire, and rage all in one.
It was a kiss that almost went too far, but there was something else you both needed to do.
You broke off the kiss and pulled away from him.
âCome home with me? Please?â Dom asks, hoping youâd come back home and never leave again.
âOnly if you help me pack,â you tease. Domâs face brightens up, dimples on either of his cheeks, his nose scrunching in excitement.
âI love you, I love you, I love you,â he says, a peck on the lips after every âI love youâ.
You both stood up, ready to make a mess out of your friendâs guest bedroom.
Dom places his hands on your hips tugging them closer to his, before leaning into your face. âDonât ever leave me again,â he pleads.
âNever.â
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Donât feel bad about not disclosing anything about međ jkjk youâre being respectful of her privacy. People hiding behind the anon button to be nasty and invasive should go outside, touch grass or dirt, disconnect from the internet and get in touch with reality again
love u forever imma make this next one shot extra angsty just for u <33333
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We gotta be blessed with some Dom drama. Can you do a one-shot or a blurb where you're going out with Dom and his mum doesn't like you at all, always claiming that you're just a gold digger and mentioning that she doesn't approve your relationship and one day it's too much for you so you tell Dom you're leaving him but he doesn't let you. All angsty and drama and fluff and all of that đ I'm feeling sadistic.
writing this as we speak xxxx
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ok fine to make up for not sharing any dom gf clues send me some writing requests :(
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Sorry for spamming you with likes queen!đ„ș I just found out about DCL a couple days ago and now Iâm obsessed. Your blog is incredible! Youâre the best xxxxx
LOVE UUUUU XXXX
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I follow a couple of the girls dom knows because I went to uni with them and theyâve both just posted stories asking for people to stop asking them if they date him, Iâm not aiming this at you but for your followers, PLEASE stop messaging girls asking if they date xyz, I actually donât know what goes through some peopleâs minds but I can tell theyâre quite shocked by it, I get that youâve all got the right to be interested in who he dates but causing speculation and asking to drop his actual girlfriendâs first initial or asking for her depop name or whatever is just causing distress for the people that all of you suspect heâs with, just imagine how awkward and uncomfortable it is for them when they get several DMs from strangers asking if theyâre dating him, Iâm sure somebody told you something similar before after someone had commented on a girlâs post regarding her supposed relationship with dom, please just put yourself in their shoes and leave peopleâs relationships to them because itâs quite rude to message strangers all for a little bit of âpersonal gainâ or whatever you get from knowing who he dates x
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU XXXXXX
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Please just say her initial or if heâs following her or something please itâs not irresponsible xx
it is irresponsible. sorry ask another dcl blog x
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Oh please stop acting all high and mighty and just give a bloody clue please
loooool i dare you say that to me off anon. this is getting pathetic
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u could say the first initial of her name or smthn n let ppl guess n if they find her then well done to them
Iâm sure other accounts have said her name or dropped clues, itâd be irresponsible of me to disclose her name when theyâve obviously made an effort to be private x
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When you say accident was it an accident on insta or Twitter orrr đ need to know for a friend đ
It was an accident on insta hahaha this was back in March as well before anyone knew anything x
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pleaseeee say this is my life on the line
don't do this to me </////3
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miss girl how have u even found her depop ur scarily talented at this lmaooo
Hahahah it was purely accidental I havenât gone and stalked her like crazy dw đ xxx
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