a story about how a fake - turned real - love affair between one very famous singer and one up and coming singer becomes a whirlwind of drama, distractions and difficulties, will they manage to escape unscathed?
find out in 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎.
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫�...
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natalie atkins
10:34AM los angeles, california.
the sound of a camera flash makes me awaken from my sleep, i was pretty much already awake, i just didn't want to open my eyes, i scrunch my eyebrows and look over in the direction of it the flash see that it was ally who took a picture of me and shawn asleep on the couch, i shake my head playfully, rolling my eyes at her.
"you guys look so adorable here." she mumbles quietly to not wake shawn up, staring at the picture, "like honestly, you look like an actual couple here."
"lemme see." i whisper, she airdrops me the photo and i smile softly, we really do, i'll have to show shawn this when he wakes up.
if he even wants to see it, after last night.
he stirs softly in his sleep, grabbing ahold of my tiny body and pulling me close, lying his head on my chest, my cheeks flush and i let out a quiet laugh.
i can't help but rest my hand on his hair, giving him somewhat of a scalp massage, he moans quietly before slowly opening his eyes and waking up.
"what time is it?" he asks groggily, jesus, his morning voice was beautiful, it was so raspy and raw.
"ten-forty." i tell him quietly, he nods his head softly and lifts his head up higher.
his cheeks flush slightly once he noticed what kind of sleeping position he was in, "sorry." he mumbles sheepishly, i shake my head at him.
"i'll make breakfast?" shawn suggests, i nod my head at him, "i'll make some pancakes." he tells us, then letting out a quiet yawn, making me yawn instinctively.
"try not to burn them." ally reminds him and he chuckles softly, shaking his head softly, i think sometimes i forget how much of a fan of his she is and how much she knows about him, like the tiniest details, she will know.
i also think at this point ally has forgotten that she's talking to an artist that she idolizes as much as she does, probably due to being so present in my moments that to her - fame wasn't a thing, i think she's forgotten what's it like to be with people who aren't known for something.
but that's not a bad thing, it's something she's going to have to get used to since she wants to be an agent at some point.
"i'm going to go get dressed." i mumble quietly, getting off the couch. "i can't go out wearing yesterday's outfit."
i walk over to my bedroom and pick out an outfit from my closet, i guess this is the good thing about having multiple places, you can have a lot of clothes, and i love clothes.
"what do i wear?" i ask to ally as she walks in, she sits on the bed behind me, staring into my closet.
she picks out a pair of straight fit denim jeans, a white crop top, a dark purple puffer jacket and some white pointed boots. "that's cute, that's cute!" i say, shouting the last part, she chuckles, "you literally have a talent."
