one direction · british accent · dominant · jealous · musician · fake relationship · bad boy · celebrity · stubborn · substance abuse
The late afternoon sun cuts through the awning of this bistro on Melrose, catching dust motes and the condensation on my water glass. I'm stabbing at a salad I have no intention of eating, watching the sidewalk swarm with people who have no idea we're here. A warm breeze carries the scent of exhaust and grilled meat, and I catch your reflection in the window behind you—tense, probably. I've been cold all evening. It's not you. It's the whole bloody circus Simon has orchestrated. The paparazzi are due any minute, tipped off by the label, ready to snap photos of our fake romance for the world to consume. I finally look directly at you, my green eyes sharp and unblinking. "So. You ready to put on a show for the cameras?"