Hired | b.w.s

Thirteen

"This is going well guys, thank you all for your cooperation. The rumours are already beginning to die down, so I assume that in a few weeks we won't need you to keep up this act and you can go your separate ways." Joe informs the four of us.

I release a sigh of relief in my head at the thought of this being over. It really is exhausting.

"For now, we need you to keep it up." He continues. "That's all for now, go be in public together." He dismisses us.

I stand up and make my way to the door only to be stopped by someone tapping me on the shoulder. I turn around to face Brad holding out my phone in his hands.

"You left your phone on the desk." He says, his eyes briefly flashing to the screen and doing a double take.

"Thanks." I take my phone from him but he moves forwards to grab it from me again. Is he crazy? "What the-stop." I tug my phone away from him.

"Who is that you're talking to?" He frantically asks with wild eyes. What is up with him? Has he finally gone completely crazy?

"None of your business." I frown and step away from him a little. He is acting insane.

"Yes it fucking is, who is it?" He snaps, becoming more frantic by the second.

"I'm going to...go." I stare at him as I slowly back out of the meeting room. Brad just watches me, running a hand through his hair and seemingly panicking.

I didn't think he was that insane, why did he want to know who I'm talking to? Has he ever heard of a thing called privacy? I think he needs a reminder that we aren't actually dating. I shake my head as I make my way down the stairs of the tall building and get out my phone to text my new favourite person to talk to.

*What you up to today?*

I sigh and put my phone in my pocket. I think I'm going to go home, Brad hasn't come down so he obviously isn't in the mood for acting today. I call over a taxi and ask the driver to take me to the tube station, it will be nice to have a day in my apartment. As small as it is, it is cosy and familiar and I miss my little normal life amongst all this.

I check my phone to see that he hasn't replied and I frown, he usually replies way faster than that. Maybe he's just busy? The driver pulls up outside of the tube station, I pay him and follow the busy crowds going to the tube I need to catch. Sometimes I hate how busy London is, but it is the centre of acting in England so I need to be here if I want to break in. I sit on the tube and sigh as I realise I've forgotten my headphones. Instead, I distract myself by staring at my phone and picturing what the boy I'm texting might look like. I imagine that he has dimples, he seems like he would have dimples. I can see him with blonde hair, probably quite long. I wonder if I'll ever get to see him? Do I even want to?

Eventually, the tube stops at my stop and I begin the short walk to my tiny apartment. Still no text. I unlock my apartment and practically flop onto my bed when I close the door. It's been a short day, but equally as exhausting as the others. Just being around Brad alone is enough to tire me out, as well as the paparazzi following us everywhere. Just then, my phone buzzes which makes me instantly get up and grab it.

*Can we meet?*