Chris was hot, famous, a bad boy.

So the last person the media would expect him to be in love with was. you i mean, you were this sweet, old music, book obsessed, down town girl, who didn't have social media.

so they would only see pictures of you when you were spotted with chris,but it was rare when paparazzi could get a good picture, because anytime he spotted them he would spin you around hiding your face in his chest

Today was a great day in the fall, it wasn't to cold nor to warm. You guys were out book shopping, well, you were book shopping chris was just admiring your face.

When as he spotted the paparazzi from a few blocks down but they were obviously looking for you and him, he pulled you away from the bookshelf spinning you around hiding your face in his chest, his hand resting on the back of your head. Giving the paparazzi no chance.

Causing you to groan in annoyance, "they're literally not ev-" you said but were quickly cut off.

"don't give me your bullshit, you know I don't like them seeing your face" he said quickly shutting down your protest his hand still resting on the back of your head