I hold your waist firmly like I normally would at every other function we ‘decide’ to go to, our team decides, not us. We smile for pictures and pretend like we’re in love with each other every single time.

This all started when our management got into contact over a member of One Direction needing promotion for our latest album ‘Made In The A.M’. They discovered that if your fanbase ended up liking me then they’d listen to our music, which is what management wanted. It was always needing a good image. We signed papers after papers and got sent into the outside world while holding hands through streets as hired paparazzi snapped millions of photographs.

We actually get along now since we’re constantly with each other. Our teams find this ‘relationship’ more important than our careers nowadays but I’m not really complaining, you’re really funny and I enjoy your presence too. We agreed for this to last for around 3 months and then we’re never going to be seen with each other after that, but the public’s reactions and opinions were too much to throw this away.

This has been going on for far too long now, it’s been 6 months. You’re an actress who would most likely want to settle down soon, I don’t really know, we don’t talk about our personal lives too much when we’re together. I don’t want to settle down, that’s what I would tell you if you ever asked anyways. I’m 21 with an expectant future and I don’t see myself being in a long term relationship unless it’s with you— A PR one, of course.

We’re currently at an award show and you’re nominated for one of your latest movies, so obviously I have to be here with you for support. I’ve watched you on set a few times just for the photos that will end up on the internet five minutes after they were taken. It’s quite obvious that it’s all fake but everyone’s truly falling for it, which is great.

We finish getting our photos taken together and we make our way into the venue, holding hands the entire time like we’re told to. It’s like instinct now, I don’t know how I’ll ever actually be friends with you after all of this because I’m so used to touching you or pecking your head incase anyone is watching. I drag you along to our table where the rest of my band members are seated.

I pull your seat out for you and let go of your hand as you sit down, I sit down beside you and I grab us both a drink from the people walking around with substances that I don’t even know the name of. I pass you your drink and our hands intertwine again like instinct.