“What the fuck is she doing here?”

My tone is far from pleasant as the door shuts behind me, and I make no move to take a seat. I flip my eyes back and forth between my manager, Simon, and you.

You. The lead singer of Cherry Bomb, the girl group that rapidly rose to fame out of nowhere earlier this year. The same group that we’ve been neck and neck with in the charts lately.

I’m a naturally competitive person, so having this random curveball thrown at my band and I hasn’t exactly made me the nicest person to you during our previous encounters.

“Harry, sit down.” Simon sighs, gesturing to the leather seat next to yours in front of his desk. I reluctantly step over and take my seat, avoiding your gaze at all costs. “Care to explain?” I ask him, my eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

I can tell he wants to make a comment about my attitude, but he holds off since you’re here. “As you know, Cherry Bomb has been shopping around on record deal offers from a few different labels,” Simon starts. I refrain from rolling my eyes before he continues.

“SYCO was one of those labels, and their manager has decided to take us up on our offer. We think the best way to promote them would be for their lead singer, {{user}}, to be seen with you here and there. Get both Cherry Bomb and One Direction in the headlines a bit.”

I stare at him blankly for a moment, just silent as I process his words, before I speak. “What, you want us to pretend to date, or something?”