Calum needs a girlfriend

Song for chapter: Slide by Calvin Harris

Calum's POV

"CALUM WAKE THE FUCK UP!!" Michael yelled, roughly shoving me off my bed
"What the hell Mikey?!!" I rubbed my eyes, sitting up "why do we even pay for a two bedroom apartment if you insist on being in here and annoying the hell out of me 24/7?"
"I've been trying to wake you up for like an hour, it's like half two" Michael rolled his eyes, glaring at me "-You've got a meeting with management in like 10 minutes!"

"What? Why do they want to see me?" I was bewildered
Was it because of the paparazzi photos from last night....

"I dunno" Michael shrugged "they called an hour ago asking for you to come in to the office"

I jumped up off the ground and rummaged through my bag- grabbing some jeans and a flannel

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Getting out of the shower I opened my phone- surprisingly no one had seen the photos
Nothing was trending on Twitter
Nothing on Instagram
No trending hashtags
Nothing
None of the pictures were there at all
Weird?? Management must have paid the people off

"Calum, cars here!!" Michael pounded on the bathroom door- snapping me out of my thoughts

I burst out of the bathroom "I'm ready! I'm ready!"

"Let's go beauty queen" Michael rolled his eyes, dragging me towards the car "let's see what Modest wants now...."
(A/n: I don't know who manages 5sos but this is the first thing I thought of)

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The black car rolled up in front of the large, nondescript office building
Michael pulled up his hood over his brightly colored hair and I grabbed my pair of reflective sunglasses, trying to be inconspicuous.... I guess?

"You have no idea why we're here?" I sighed looking up at the taller boy as we stepped into the elevator

Michael punched the floor level
"Level 23 next"

"Honestly" he sighed "all they said was that they needed to talk to you about-" he made air quotes "An image change- that's all they said"

"An image change? Really... goddammit!"
You have got to be fucking kidding me
I kicked at the elevator wall

"Cal calm down, it's probably not that big a deal" Michael's eyes said otherwise "I don-"
"Level 23"

The doors opened onto an office filled with cubicles and large glass meeting rooms

"Right this way Mr. Hood- Mr. Clifford" a woman in a navy blue suit gestured for the pair to follow her down the hallway

"Sit- you can wait out here" she gestured for Michael to sit down outside of the office
He flashed me a snarky grin and a thumbs up, making me roll my eyes, before the pair of double doors were pushed open

"Calum" Andrew, our publicity manager, opened his arms "thank you for coming in"
He looked like a fucking snake, with his beady black eyes and pedophile goatee
... like a giant fucking boa constrictor, ever so slowly squeezing the life out of me
Also he just was a snake who made me mad as hell

I plopped down in the chair across from him "...didn't give me much of a choice did you?" I huffed kicking my feet onto the desk

I could see Andrew's face turn bright red, fuming as he looked at where I put my feet, making me smirk

"So" he glared "we think you need an image change- those pictures last night, do you know how much that cost us? You need to grow up a little"
Last night me and the boys had gone out to get smashed, simple enough
....but then some girls came along- me being the horny little shit I am asked one of them back to the hotel- Britney? Bridget? Something like that- and the paps got some not so attractive photos

Let's just say we didn't make it back to the hotel... Yea that's what happened- I know "Calum oh my god why? Wtf?" I'm sorry guys, I was really fucking horny get off my back
Anyways..... Back to the story

"You need to revamp your image" Andrew continued "that's why we're getting you a girlfriend"

I nearly spit out my water "WHAT?!"

It was Andrew's turn to smirk "Meet Gia- she's an up and coming model" he paused and pushed a Manila folder at me "she help you with image issues and you'll help her career"
I opened it
Ok she was cute- I could work with that

"She's going to be a nice change of pace" he said "less getting wasted and more going on brunch dates"

I skimmed her file
Gianna Hope Costello:
- from Sydney Australia
- 23
- Bisexual
- Model
- Animal lover
That was essentially all they wrote.... that I was given to read anyways

That's what management thought of her- the had reduced her down to her picture, sexuality and her age
that's low

"Gia's only here to make public appearances with you- you will have scheduled dates, Twitter conversations written for you, management will 'leak' 'private' photos and videos of you two together, and we will anonymously tip off the paparazzi of where you two will be together- ok?" Andrew smiled condescendingly at me "and there will be consequences if you don't cooperate"

I rolled my eyes "fuck you- when do I get to meet her?"

"Right now actually- bring her in" he looked over to the woman standing by the door
"Ah Gia" Andrew smiled at her "It's good to see you again- thank you for coming in at such short notice- this is Calum"

"Hey" she smiled warmly, sticking out her hand

I took it begrudgingly
They never said I had to be nice to her

She looked nervous... probably because I was giving her a death glare
"-Also you two will be moving in together" Andrew added- just to make it a million times worse than it already was
That made me choke "WHAT! You said that it was only for publicity!"

Andrew put his hand up to silence me "it's already been decided- management has rented you two a two-story apartment in LA, 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room- you are required to live together, it's in your contract, so, Calum, if you try and break it, we can sue you, ok?" He smiled condescendingly at me again

"How did we meet?" Gia spoke up
Her voice was soft and buttery, her Aussie-gone American- accent comforting music to my ears
Pretty voice, pretty face, probably a pretty personality too... maybe this won't be so bad?
"You two happened to be in the same building for a photo shoot and started talking" he shrugged "nothing too complicated or suspicious"

"This is stupid" I growled, grabbing the apartment keys and address info off the desk and stormed out of the room

"Come on Michael let's go"

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