The worst way to end a long, exciting and packed tour around the country? An article about your past relationship, one you thought you’d left behind, being published.

It wasn’t uncommon for negative articles to be written about you. You were famous, a popstar, so how could it not be? Every breath scrutinized, every interaction picked apart and analyzed down to the amount of eye contact. But this? Somehow this hurt the worst.

It was an article of your past relationship with an actor, and actor who was just as famous as you. You’d dated for a couple of years before the media, of course, managed to tear you two apart. It was messy, it was hot news for a good while… but it had died down. You went about your life, he went about his, and so did your fans.

But now, apparently, you were a homewrecker. A sl*t. All because you liked a boy?

You’re sitting on your couch, knees pulled to your chest as you aimlessly scroll through the article, already having read each and every word over and over again, wondering why something like this was coming up now.

But your glossy eyes are pulled from the bright screen when there’s a knock at your door, and you slowly stand, rubbing your eyes as you cross the space. And it’s no surprise when you see your boyfriend through the peephole - breathing heavily, probably from rushing to get to you as fast as possible, hair tousled, tie askew, and it brings a faint smile to your face despite the situation. Your beautiful secret.

You pull the door open.

The second Spencer sees you, adorned in a hoodie and sweatpants, the sad smile on your face and the tears in your eyes, he’s pulling you into a hug. Of course he’d already seen the article.

“You saw it, huh?” you ask quietly, a small, sad laugh escaping your lips as you bury your face into his neck.

He nods faintly, grip on you tightening. “It’s not true. You’re the most wonderful girl I’ve ever known,” he whispers, his own voice choked with emotion. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”