Ruben Dias - One Shots (Second edition)

The Award Part 1

Kiera Reed, upcoming superstar, the new it girl, multi Grammy Award winner...or so she wants to be. Realizing that the music industry has little to do with talent and a lot to do with status, Kiera is willing to do it all to give her music the recognition it deserves. Even if that means fake dating the stubborn, inconsiderate and undeniably arrogant football player, Ruben Dias. It is through lies, schemes and hurt that the "couple" comes to know each other. But through passion, love and sacrifice Kiera and Ruben go through lengths to help each other achieve their dreams.

Enjoy!

Seventy pounds for a new set of braids was crazy, and that's besides the cost of hair extensions. That's why, no matter how much money Kiera was making as an artist, she would never become careless with her money. Especially when her cousin Angie could do it all, knotless, dreads, a wig, a weave. You name it, cousin Angie could do it.

"Did you say seventy quid for what, four bundles?"

"Yes Ang, and that's before adding the fee for washing and drying."

"That's crazy. These celebrity stylists need to be locked up for real."

"That's what I said!"

Their laughter rattled the walls of Kiera's hotel room. Kiera, seated on the floor while cousin Angie stood over her, finishing up Kiera's half braided scalp.

"Girl, hold still or we're going to be here for another hour." Kiera's head was pulled back to stop her from moving around so much.

"Ouch. Careful Ang."

"Then hold still. Don't you need to be at the radio station at three?"

"And the studio at six. Please, no need to remind me." Kiera looked through the calendar on her phone. There were a lot of marked dots just for this weekend. Her manager and Odell must have seen it fitting to squeeze in as many appearances while they were still in Manchester. Kiera should have known that an Awards show was only the beginning to the longest seventy-two hours of her life.

"What time will you leave the studio?" Angie asked. "My friends from uni are looking to party."

"Hmm, can't say." Kiera swiped through her calendar again, checking today's agenda. Her studio session would keep her busy for at least four hours, and after the dinner reservation with Odell there wouldn't be much time to party. "I dunno, Ang there's this football game on Sunday and you know how Odell is. I can't be too hungover even if I'm just supposed to make an appearance."

"No, I get it. Would it be okay though, if my friends and I came around here when you and your hubby are out for dinner?"

Kiera chuckled. "Yeah, sure. Feel free to empty the mini bar."

"You read my mind."

The girls were back to mindless snickering, and once again Kieras head was tugged backwards.

"Ouch, Ang. Stop that."

"Hold still!"

Kiera had a minor headache by the time she arrived at the BBC radio station in Manchester. She was only scheduled to be on for the hour so chugging down a Panadol on the car ride there would have to do. Or so Kiera thought.

She was scheduled for a smaller interview with the radio stations junior hosts, three young women and their poor sound technician who didn't look to be older than nineteen. With the four of them boxed in the room together there wasn't enough air to go around once Kiera arrived with her throbbing headache.

"Give it up for Kiera Reed everybody, Britain's upcoming superstar!"

Kiera received a round of applause upon her arrival.