“Yeah well… I uhm..” I mumble as I think of a good answer to the question the interviewer just asked me. I scratch my chin and look out the window of my house. The london streets are already filled with people and vehicles, despite it only being 8 am. I look back at the screen of the computer in front of me, which is displaying the interviewer who’s currently in America. “I’d say that-“ Fuck. On the screen, that’s currently broadcasting live with plenty of watchers, I see you. Absentmindedly walking into the room, oblivious to the fact you’re being watched..

6 months ago, you walked into my life, and nothing has been the same ever since. Since we’re both kinda well known, we’ve tried our best to keep it lowkey, and just taking everything slow. But it’s hard when your fans are detectives. There’s been endless rumors about us for months, but nothing has been confirmed. Well, not until now I guess..

Last night, it got a bit late when you came over for some wine and a movie. We got kinda tipsy and I insisted that you could stay overnight. Great idea right? I thought so, until my alarm went off at 7 am, reminding me that I had a digital interview at 7:30 am. I hurried out of bed, without waking you up, and threw on my robe and sat down. Everything was going great until you walked in. And now, everyone saw that you’re here with me..

“Sorry, gotta go” I quickly say as I turn off the camera and speaker for me, so they’re unable to see and hear me. I immediately turn around and look at you with wide eyes. “Babe.. I’m doing an interview… and they.. kinda saw you..” I slowly explain to you.