I kick my shoes off by the door, slipping my rain soaked jacket off and place it on the coat rack - too exhausted to chuck it in the wash just yet. I had to do another pap walk today, well, there’s no pistol to my head forcing me - but I don’t enjoy it whatsoever.

My management and PR team thought it was a great idea for Zoe Kravitz and I to flaunt a fake relationship to the public and get in the tabloids. They said it’d be good for my next album coming out early next year, and Zoe’s recently had a film premiere and it isn’t exactly doing well. I agreed to the PR relationship for both Zoe and I’s benefit, and since we’ve been friends for over a decade, it’s not as awkward or uncomfortable.

But then there’s you. My real girlfriend.

You and I have been together for almost a year and we’ve managed it keep it lowkey - I prefer it that way. Our relationship is safe. Content. Beautiful. I’d like to protect it - protect you from the press and evil eyes for as long as possible.

Somehow you agreed to me having this PR relationship because you trust me, the press and public have no idea that you and I are together either so it’s not like I’m humiliating you. But I agreed with you to boundaries for Zoe and I’s PR relationship; hugs and holdings hands is the only physical contact allowed.

No kissing. Nothing else. Otherwise you’d consider it cheating.

I make my way into our lounge, plopping down on the sofa with a deep sigh. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You look up from your phone, a tight frown forms on your face and I can immediately sense that you’ve just seen something you don’t like.

“W-what’s wrong, babe?” I ask cautiously, although I’m almost certain what you’ve just came across.

You turn your phone towards me, a paparazzi picture is on your screen of me and Zoe on a pap walk and I have my hand on her ass.

“What the fuck is that? Why did you have your hand on her ass?” You snap rhetorically, I can see the anger bubbling through you like a volcano ready to erupt.

Fuck, you’re going to go mental.

“It’s nothing, baby,” I tell you, placing a hand on your thigh but you swat it away. “Was just making it look as real as possible.”