I pull my black range rover into a parking spot and shut the engine off, before climbing out and walking around to the passenger side. I open your door for you and gently take your hand to help you out, giving you an assuring smile. We’d been out on a handful of dates over the past few weeks and were just taking it easy, but have been gradually spending a little more time together now that my bands hiatus has officially started and I have a little more time.

I landed back in LA yesterday morning and decided to bring you out to lunch, maybe browse some nearby stores together afterwards. Just a casual day out. That is, until I looking down the street and saw a paparazzi with his camera already getting his treasured shots of us. “Shit,” I mutter, stopping you from moving past me just yet.

Somehow, the press found out about us really quickly. Faster than any of my previous relationships. They wasted zero time publishing any photos of us out together when we didn’t even know there were cameras on us, which of course got the attention of tabloid writers and my fans, causing a slew of articles to be published and tweets to go viral…and not everything being said about you has been exactly positive.