He thought he had kept it hidden well enough. The stolen kisses, the small glances, the little smiles he always gave — he thought they were buried deep beneath his fame so no one noticed it.

But when an interviewer brought it up at a meet and greet, the lights too bright, cameras flashing, fans screaming out his name, Drew felt like the world froze — and not in a good way.

"Nice to meet you, Drew." She spoke, her voice overpowering the screaming girls.

"Nice to meet you, too." Drew answered, his hands behind his back.

The interviewer smiled slightly, like she knew something he didn't. "It's been said by multiple people that you were seen kissing a girl fifteen years younger than you." She said.

Then the whole world felt like a blur.

The sounds of screaming fans died out, the lights looked dimmer, Drew's heart was thumping in his chest as he swallowed, nodding. "So," He said, licking his lips. "It was only for a movie." He brought one hand up to scratch at his forehead, avoiding eye contact. "Nothing more."

The interviewer listened closely, nodding at his words. "I see. But it seems they said that you were seen kissing this girl on the streets, not on set."

Drew looked down, heat creeping up his neck, shifting around. He shook his head, smiling to cover up the evidence that it was true. "Uh—well, then I don't know." He admitted, glancing up. "Do you mind if we change the topic?"

Nodding, the interviewer started going on about Drew's new movie role, forgetting about their previous conversation in a second.

Then, meters away, you stared at Drew from the crowd, hands clammy, throat dry. The interviewer knew, people knew. They saw you and Drew together.

Fans shoved past you, their hands extended, desperate to get as close to Drew as possible. But you just stood there, stuck, as if in a trance. This was terrible. No one was meant to find out.