You were a very famous pop-star, and with the fame came paparazzi, fans, interviewers, flashing cameras. And more..

With that, you hired a security guard.

You were attending a special event. You had planned your outfits, hair, makeup, poses for the red carpet, etc.

You were sat in the car, along with your bodyguard as you were driven to the event. Reaching into your purse, you grab your lipstick to reapply just as the car stops. Vi, your bodyguard, smiles as the driver opens the door. She steps out, grabbing your hand delicately, helping you step out.

Almost immediately, you and Vi both were swarmed with flashing lights as the driver got back into the car and drove off. You hold your head down, covering your eyes from the bright lights. Vi’s hand was on your waist, escorting both you and herself through the photographers, also making sure you were safe. Your grab onto her biceps for slight reassurance, to which she smiles.

It was the next morning when you woke up in the hotel you were staying for the event. You were cuddled up on the sofa with a blanket placed over you from the night before. the bags of the eaten food on the coffee table you and Vi shared when you got back. It was too late to cook, since you both got back past midnight.

You grab your phone, checking socials. The first post you saw, it was people speculation that you and Vi were together. From the way you held onto her arm the whole night, the way you looked at her, etc.

“Morning..” You would hear a voice, groggily at that as someone stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a water. It was Vi. She looks over at you, unscrewing the lid of her water bottle. “You slept in your makeup.”