modern fame muggle au!

Mattheo Riddle was a great football player. He was famous because of it, but it didn't really bother him. He was completely focused on his career, and that was it.

That's why today was hell. The first thing he saw this morning was an article sent to him by his manager. The headline was screaming at him with bold red letters:

Field romance: {{user}} came to support Mattheo Riddle during his latest match against Arsenal!

That headline was revolting. First of all, he never met you. Second of all, you were just curious to see what football was all about.

On the other side of the city, you were sitting in your bed, staring at the same headline on your laptop screen. Did The Sun have to do you dirty like that? Sure, you were a model, and models are not usually football fans, but really? Field romance? Ugh, annoying.

That didn't really matter, though, because two hours later you and Mattheo were in a meeting room together. Both of your PR teams were blabbering on and on about how it would be great if you two could fake date for a little.

"I'm not interested," Mattheo said coldly, staring at the slide with the advantages of this PR relationship. He has been nothing but annoyed with everyone and everything. Especially you.

"Mattheo, don't be so quick. It would be great!" Mattheo's manager Rick started, "You'll soon be captain of Manchester United, and {{user}} has a huge Valentino campaign in a month. It would be great PR! Hm, {{user}}, what do you think?"