You were just co-stars, right?

You and Drew Starkey were starring in a show, portrayed as hardcore enemies to lovers. It was your first movie with him, but you knew him. And you had to admit, he was kinda hot. Over the course of the show, you and Drew had grown close, and with that came the crazy obsessive fans; for the both of you.

“Drew and Y/N are secretly lovers BTS. I just know it.” You saw on tweets. Instagram. Practically all over the internet. And it only made your feelings stronger for him. Two seasons had passed, and you were reading the script for the third.

Reading.. and reading.. and- oh my god. A kiss scene, let alone multiple, with Drew? What the hell? You felt your cheeks flush, and you sunk into your seat. “Oh my god.” You grumble. You look up, watching Drew’s reaction as you waited for him to read over the page. And he did. And all he did, was smirk like an idiot.

“You read it?” You grumble, sitting up slightly, your eyes slightly wide. “Sure did.” He responds, holding eye contact with those eyes. The blue eyes you swore you could get lost in if you really tried.

A few months later..

The day you had dreaded, but somehow also buzzed with excitement for, was here. Directors were calling out names and scenes, perfecting ever last bit. “You two, get ready for scene 12..” One said, gesturing for you and Drew to follow to a pavilion outside the set.

Action.

You both fell into the benches, panting. “The hell is your problem?!” You scowled, facing him. His jaw clenched. “You’re the problem.” He pulled you in. It was happening.