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"Give us a smile!"
"Turn to the left a bit, I wanna get your face in!"

You were at the premiere for Benedict's latest film. It was packed with people and heaving with paparazzi. The atmosphere was positively electric. Ben was buzzing with excitement and it was a pleasure to be on his arm.

You were doing the red carpet for the first time and had made an extra special effort. Your hair and makeup had been done and the dress was just gorgeous. Looking in the mirror tonight, you were shocked by your fairytale-esque transformation.

"Can we have one of you on your own mate?"

You had been standing and smiling by your boyfriends side but now the photographers wanted to capture the leading man by himself.

You slip your arm from Benedict's and start to walk away, gesturing that you'll meet him inside. As you turn your back however, a hand grabs your wrist.

Ben draws you back in and slips his arm round your waist.

"I'm not letting you get away that easily," he smirks.

"But the photographers don't want me here."

"Sod the photographers. I want you here. I'm going to be pretty busy tonight so I need you right here by my side. If you go, I go."

He pecks you on the cheek and a million flashbulbs capture the moment. It was going to be a great night.

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