Fake as F*ck ~ H.S

-Chapter Seven-

A/N: Hello! So this chapter is quite long. But I like it much better than the previous chapter :) enjoy!

"Alina," I could feel Tyler shaking as he held tightly onto my hand, "I don't want to do this."

"It'll be fun, baby!" I tried to assure him, "All you have to do is walk, pose for some pictures maybe, and then keep walking. Easy-peasy."

"Alina, I have diagnosed social anxiety," Tyler gritted his teeth a little, "When you asked me to come to this movie premiere with you, I wasn't expecting to greet a crowd full of people in the process!"

"Ty, have you not seen movie premieres before? This is how they always go," I attempted to give his hand a reassuring squeeze, "it'll be over before you know it. I promise."

"Alina-"

"The longer we stay in this car, the longer it'll take to get it over and done with," I told him, "they probably won't even pay much attention to us, since I'm the new actress who's still unknown. So, it'll be fine. Okay?"

Tyler let out a shaky sigh. "Okay, Alina. If you say so."

"After this, we can just sit back and watch the movie," I smiled at him, "I really hope you'll like it, hon."

Tyler gave me a small smile back. "I'm sure I'll love it. I have no doubt that you're brilliant in it."

My smile grew, and I kissed his cheek as I saw the door to our car beginning to open. I squeezed his hand one last time, and together we shuffled across the seat and slowly emerged from the car hand-in-hand.

The number of cameras that were flashing in my face as soon as I stepped out was overwhelming. For several moments, I could barely even see. But, as my eyes began to adjust, I found myself slowly smiling and posing a little as I looked at the cameramen. To have all this attention on me felt...good.

"Miss Young!" One of the men called out to me, "Miss Young, is this your first feature film?"

"Miss Young!" Another one spoke up, "Miss Young, how do you feel about being on the big screen?"

"Alina, how long have you been acting?"

"Alina, who are you wearing?"

"Alina, who are you with tonight?"

Upon being mentioned, I could feel Tyler tensing up beside me.

"Alina, is this your boyfriend?"

"Are you engaged?"

Tyler gave my hand a squeeze and tried to pull me away – so even though I wouldn't have minded talking to the reporters, I decided not to make a scene and just went along.

"Ty, what are you doing?" I confronted him once we were out of earshot.

"I don't want them getting any details about our personal life," he muttered back heatedly, "is that too much to ask?"

"Okay, okay! Fair enough," I found myself rolling my eyes a little, "geez."

"I'm sorry, Alina," Tyler let out a long sigh, "it's just...you know I've always hated situations like this..."

"I know you do," I replied in a low voice, "but I was hoping you'd try to smile through it today."

"What?" Tyler's eyes widened a little, "Alina...you know me better than that. I would if I could."

"You definitely could," I lowered my eyes, "you just don't want to."

"Alina, that's not true!" He insisted.