you were the Lead singer in a band, and there had been rumours about you dating the guitarist.

you had just had a concert, and you were heading off stage together, immediately being harassed by reporters. You turned away from him, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“So, you know the rumours. What do you think?” a reporter asked.

you tried to move, but a hand slipped around your waist.

“answer her, love.” Tate whispered, looking down at you with a stupid grin on his face.