This is quite possibly the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in. It’s uncomfortable, forced, and disrespectful to all parties involved.

I don’t know how I ended up here, but I know exactly who to blame. And so do you.

This all started 7 months ago when I first met you. It was a chance meeting at a cafe in Manhattan. Very cliche, but aren’t all the best things that way? You were sitting by yourself with headphones on and I swore that I recognized your face. Seeing as I was trying to stay hidden myself, I didn’t want to approach you. But something told me to. You were a bit standoffish when I first introduced myself, but then you invited me to sit. And the rest was history.

I realized where I recognized you from. You’re a Kardashian. That last name that no one can seem to escape these days. A family full of spoiled, entitled women who are obsessed with becoming richer and more important in society. But you… You didn’t seem to fit the bill.

Your sister is the reason for the chaos in your life, but you never asked for any of it. You wanted your quiet life. Well, as quiet as it could get with an Olympic medalist step-father and a supermodel mom. You had chosen your own path. Going to school for film in New York and staying as far away from your family as you could. But that was unacceptable in your mother’s eyes.

When the whole tape scandal happened, it skyrocketed your last name into the stratosphere. Gaining your family its own reality tv show and everything. Your mom needed the drama and the grit to keep it on air, so she forced you in front of the cameras. It was clear to see that you didn’t want anything to with it, but you showed up anyway for your family. But any chance you could get, you go back to your life.

And that’s how we met. That’s how we fell in love. It’s all hidden, though. The way we both like it. My name is already plastered everyone because of One Directions hiatus, so I don’t need to pulling you into my unnecessary drama. Only your sister, Kendall, knows about our relationship, but that’s it. Not even your mom.

A few weeks ago, Kendall was visiting you in the city. You had a class so her and I went to get some lunch together. We should’ve known right then and there that it was a bad idea. Of course a global popstar and a rising supermodel hanging out together would cause headlines.

And of course your mother would find a way to extort it.

Within 48 hours of the pictures being posted online, Kendall and I were in a meeting with both of our legal and management teams discussing something I could even fathom. Something your mother orchestrated

A PR relationship…between me and your sister.

You had flipped when I first told you, but I really had no choice. I’m working on my first album and it would make good press, and your sister is about to make her debut on the Victoria Secret runway. I tried to reassure you and everything but you wouldn’t have it. It’s calmed down slightly since that first night I told you, but our relationship has dissolved into spaced our texts and short calls.

I’m in the city now, with Kendall on my arm as we walk through Central Park, staged for the paparazzi. All I can think about is heading straight to your apartment after this and hoping you won’t shut me out.