imessage ++ cth

twenty three

"Calum Hood, please report to room 776."

I trod through the hallway to the elevator, my hands shaking and sweat beading down my forehead. I am deathly afraid of management; who control my life.

"Calum, take a seat please."

I sit down and cross my legs, and give the people standing up there a dirty look. "You know what you're in here for."

"Yeah, and it's bloody ridiculous." I growl.

"You are not supposed to date people we don't assign you. It's a system, Calum." I shrug.

"Eff your system. If she's who I wanna be with, then I'm gonna be with her. The fans seem to like her." The lady looks at me.

"You're going to date someone else."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Her name is Kylee. She's the daughter of a movie producer. You're going to date her for three months, or your contract is out and you're dropped."

I shake my head and rub my hands. "But, what am I-" I get hushed.

"Don't worry about Erin. You can deal with her later. Right now, meet Kylee."

A short girl with shoulder length black hair walks in, an upset look on her face. She's holding her phone, which is pointed towards her face.

"about to go fake date calum hood!! wml"

I laugh at the caption I imagined, and then quickly stand up straight.

"I'm not fake dating her, she looks like my sister."

The lady sighs and leans against the glass window, which I hope breaks and she falls from 700 feet and survives so she can be in extreme pain for the rest of her life.

"Yeah," The girl smiles and turns to the lady. "I look like his sister. Too much confusion."

"You know how it works, Calum. You do what we say, or we drop you and the boys. We can't have it."

"I'm a person, not a damn animal." I snap.

"If you didn't go after every girl that breathed, we wouldn't have this problem."

I laugh. "Luke has sex every night. I can't kiss a girl without you guys having a stroke? Forget you." I jump out of my chair and flick them off, slamming the door as I walk out.

Fake date some random girl? Have to kiss some random girl?

No.

I pull out my phone, on the verge of tears, and text Erin.

you: they want me to fake date some random person

you: babe what do i do

I sigh and find my calm, which is extremely hard to reach.

erin: go on instagram

erin: right now..

I knit my eyebrows together and click on the app, quickly logging in and to my horror, there it is.

I feel sweat pouring down my forehead, and I read all my comments. I start to cry.

"what abt erin?? hoe"

They got into my account and posted a picture of me and Kylee, and I curl my toes in disgust.

"GUYS ITS FAKE!!!! they're in the modest! management building"

I smile a little at the comment.

erin: do it.

erin: i don't want to ruin your career

you: tf no

you: they can drop me. i don't care..

you: im not like luke.

erin: what are you gonna do?

you: i don't know..

"I don't know." I mutter as I sit myself down on a bench and cry silently into my hands, completely giving up.

I don't know.