All of my 5sos work

Planned: II

A year. A whole year of my life spent by Michael's side, glued at the hip and my name plastered across all platforms of social media in good and bad terms. To say this was unexpected would be an understatement, if you told me aliens were going to invade us and kill everyone a year ago over me becoming the next it girl I would've taken aliens and death. 

You'd think that after nearly a year of being 'together' I would know enough about him to get by, make more conversation on our dates; but in reality I barely know anything about Michael. It's all very weird as he doesn't talk to me unless it's necessary to, in a meeting with our managers he will talk to his manager only, not even giving me any time of the day. All I know about the guy is that his band is called 5 Seconds Of Summer and the members in it, not that I've had the pleasure to meet them as that would involve him having to talk about me. I got all of that from his manager, not even from the pigs mouth. 

After all of this you would expect me to get used to this, that the constant mention of your name is something you would love to have, people writing about you and what they think of you but no. Initially the aim was to be mentioned every week but with the help of the fans speculating that wasn't a problem. Just last month I had been reported pregnant on six separate occasions, and all I was doing is eating burgers, we all get bloated now and then.

Within a few months of the 'relationship' I was moved out here to LA, not that I'm complaining about it by any means. Gary was thrilled to have a change of scenery as it meant that this was long term, unexpected by all means but apparently it's a good thing too; if only I had his level of enthusiasm to this.

A knock on my door alerted me as I rolled off of my sofa in my apartment and headed towards the front door, as I opened it Gary looked me up and down with wide eyes. "What do you call this?" His tone was blunt, meaning he was pissed off, he hasn't even been here for a minute and he's already annoyed at me. 

I looked myself up and down as I moved to the kitchen, I guess my appearance could be considered less than presentable. Bed hair, smudged and dried mascara clinging to my under eyes, a stained pajama top, short shorts and fluffy socks. "It's my day off look." I stated smiling back to him as I poured out two cups of coffee. 

"It's nearly 5pm." I glanced over to the clock and noticed my clock had been stuck on 2pm for three hours. Shrugging my shoulders I proceeded to make the drinks before taking them over to the coffee table by my sofa. Taking a sip of the bitter drink I saw Gary still glaring at me, so I placed my drink onto a coaster and crossed my legs on the sofa, directly facing him. 

"What's the matter Gaz?" I lent my face in my hand as he rolled his eyes, taking a quick sip of his drink before getting up and going to the cupboard for more sugar. 

"You're aware they're playing here, tonight." He yelled from the kitchen as I tried to think back to our last meeting that was on facetime, Michael had been touring for a while meaning I was off the hook unless I went out on my own or with any male friends, then there would be a feeding frenzy. My blank expression received a loud sigh, "Michaels band?" I kept the same pondering look on my face and Gary had his head in his hands at this point. "This is going to be your first appearance at one of their concerts!" He gave me a smile of encouragement and waited for me to beam with joy, like that'd be happening anytime soon. 

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to jump up and down with joy like I won some huge prize?" My sarcastic attitude did little to impress Gary this time as he stood up in front of my coffee table, here he goes. 

 Gary had a tendency to pace up and down when in stressful situations, which have happened in this past year more often than in the three years Gary has managed me. "Y/n." He started the same way as usual, "Tonight is a big deal for the both of you, people will see you and have mixed opinions. But if they see you supporting the band and singing along then fans will think 'she's pretty cool'-" I interrupted his little motivation speech with a laugh. 

"I'm sorry but no one will think I'm cool." I stated as I thought back to my last concert where I filmed different songs and forgot how loudly I sang, not to mention my singing overpowered the musicians. So much for me being 'cool.' 

"Back to my point," He resumed his 'empowering' speech that was doing little for me. "who knows maybe Michael will even notice you there like he's supposed to. You'll be with me and Arzaylea tonight, know her?" I shook my head and he let out a short breath before sitting back down.

"So this is kinda huge?" I hesitantly asked, not really wanting the answer. All Gary did was nod and I internally collapsed, "Doesn't that make this relationship more important and therefore long lasting?" This was more me thinking aloud, I knew the answer to this and felt the pit in my stomach growing as I bought my legs to my chest and buried my head into them. 

Gary placed his hand on my back and patted it, "Just think of your book Y/n." My book, my so called little project that I'm a quarter way through. So far it's been established that the relationship is failing but appears in perfect condition, the ultimate illusion, but I still don't know whether the characters will learn to get on and be civil rather than radio silent. "Come on, we've got to go in two hours, get ready, eat something, don't look pregnant." I shot him a glare and all he did was laugh as I got up and headed to my bathroom. 

As I got inside and looked at my state I let out a sigh, "Dear God Y/n what have you gotten yourself into this time?" I asked my mess of a reflection before proceeding to get ready for the night ahead.