Him [Punk l.h]//ON HOLD

4.0

Once again, yesterday's events were plastered as headlines over every online article, newspaper and Twitter feed. Quite frankly I was getting bored of everyone focusing on what I did in my private time. I was sat down at a long oval table, along with my manager, my publicist, the head of my management company, Luke and his manager and publicist.

"It has been two days and you two have already had headlines world wide both days you've been around each other." Elizabeth sighed, slapping the newest issues of a variety of magazines down on the table, "'Cailey Newman's hot new man: Blossoming love or another one night stand?', 'Luke Hemmings hooks up with Cailey Newman' and today's headlines, 'Cailey Newman's new man giving her panic attacks?', 'Cailey Newman suffers severe panic attack because of rapist new boyfriend!'. There are good and there are bad headlines. THESE ARE NOT GOOD HEADLINES!" She howled, throwing her claws in the air in exasperation, "Now I want someone to tell me how exactly you expect me to fix this because US magazine is accusing you of being a rapist quite frankly and that is sure to do some damage to all of us."

Everyone sat in silence as she paced back and forth in front of us angrily before she stopped, standing staring out the window.

"WELL?!" She demanded, whipping around and slamming her fists on the table causing me to flinch.

"Well um Ms Hewitt, I think we could put them together." A small voice suggested,

"Norman right? Speak up for gods sakes." She spat,

"Well um the public love a good love story. And Cailey's close enough with her fans that she could do a random twitcam and Luke could make a small guest appearance as he casually walks through her apartment half naked?" Norman explained, "We could set up appearances for them, make sure they're together at all times, make sure the public sees them as a happy new couple, wildly in love with each other."

"Norman you're a genius. Ok. First, damage control. I don't care who's in charge but I want that photographer from yesterday fired. I want whoever told those magazines about what happen yesterday fired, Alex you're fired too just because I'm on a roll and the coffee you brought me this morning was not lactose free and that weird smell throughout this whole thing was your fault. Now go. Cailey, I want you to do a surprise twitcam tomorrow at 8:00 pm sharp and Luke I want you to take a shower at Cailey's at the same time. If you guys don't fix this mess there will be hell to pay." She warned, "Go. Leave. Get out." She demanded and everyone scuttled out of the room hurriedly.

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I lie splayed across my bed, Michael sat on the end on the bed, arms folded, legs crossed, and Luke sat awkwardly on a chair at my desk.

"So you two have to like... hookup... and... tell everyone about it?" Michael asked, trying to grasp the concept of our situation.

"Well, yes and no I guess?" I replied, confused myself, "We just have to be seen out together a lot I think."

"Go out together, go to events, tweet about each other, post pics. And we have to do some twitcam 'accident' so we out ourselves." Luke explained a bit more thoroughly and I nodded,

"Yeah just be... Intensely coupley." I summed up, "So anyways, we have to start like ASAP so they're sending us to dinner in a little bit, Alice texted and said there's a car on the way."

"Oh... Well as long as you two don't fuck it up, it should be easy." Michael shrugged, getting up from the bed, "Now I'm gonna take a nap because I swear to god I'm never going to try to eat 13 packs of gummy bears again in 30 minutes again."