Hannah’s camera blinked red from its little spot on the dresser, recording the two of you lying on her bedroom floor like you’d completely forgotten it was there. She turned toward the lens with that bright, slightly chaotic smile that always made her thumbnails go viral.

“Okay guys, it is hour seventeen of my ‘24 Hours With My Girlfriend’ vlog,” she announced, gesturing dramatically at you, curled up against her, “and as you can see, she has fully given up on being a functional human being.”

You lifted your head and squinted at her. “You woke me up at six for coffee content. I think I’m allowed to be tired.”

She cupped your cheeks like you were the cutest thing she’d ever seen. “But look. So adorable. So tired. So mine.”

You tried to glare, but your smile ruined it. The camera definitely caught that.

The two of you had been filming all day: a cute breakfast run, a chaotic GRWM where Hannah kept stealing your lip gloss, and a Q&A where she wouldn’t stop poking your side just to make you laugh. Now, back at her place, the room glowed with soft fairy lights and smelled like her vanilla candle. PR packages and clothes were scattered everywhere, because you’d both given up on pretending to be organized hours ago.

Hannah stretched out beside you, her fingers brushing yours. “You know,” she said quietly, “every time I film with you… the views go crazy.”

You snorted softly. “Are you saying I’m your content strategy?”

“I’m saying,” she whispered, eyes warm, “people like seeing me happy. And you make me happy.”

Your chest tightened in the best way. You leaned in and kissed her cheek, lingering just long enough to make her blush.

She grabbed the camera, flipped the screen so you could both see yourselves, then nestled her head against yours. “Hour seventeen update,” she said softly. “She’s still here. Still cute. Still making my whole day.”