THIS IS ONLY CASHTON BC IM TRASH AND DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CREATIVITY TO WRITE FOUR IN THE ONE HIT BUT IM ALSO IMPATIENT AND WANT YOU GUYS TO HAVE MORE PREFS. MUKE'S WILL COME
ASHTON:
"Okay, so after this tour you two are free to go your separate ways," the boys' tour manager told you, picking at her nails. You nodded hastily, wanting more then anything to get out of the meeting you were currently stuck in. "You want to move to other sides of the world? You want to date? Get married? Hate each other? I really don't care just get through these next few months showing off the relationship as much as possible." She ordered, casting one last look at you before turning and walking away, her heels clicking annoyingly on the wooden flooring.
Ashton turned to look at you expectantly, reaching his hand out to grasp yours. He offered you a shy smile and a kiss on the forehead as you joined your hands.
"Come on love, let's go home," he said, standing up and waiting for you to do the same. You followed and soon both of you were on your way home, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The walk home could be driven, but management has insisted you two always walk as there's more chance of a pap photographing you. Not that you minded, it meant more time you could spend with Ashton alone, and he always found a way to entertain you.
Ashton and you had started off as nothing more than a PR relationship, a pairing of people only together in the name of business. But given your similarities, it was only a matter of time before you became an actual relationship. And you had. About four months into the contract you two shared your first real kiss and he asked you to be his real and official girlfriend. Ever since then work for you had been bliss, as all you had to do was live your life with your boyfriend, no longer having to pretend. Anyone around you two could see the amount of love and admiration the two of you shared, and everyone including the boys loved every second of you two together.
The fans, however, did not. As all they knew you as was a fake, PR girlfriend from the beginning. They thought as you as a gold digging leech on their boys, causing negativity to be thrown at you from every angle whenever you were with Ashton. From the beginning they had assumed you were nothing more then that, and to begin with they were spot on. But even as you and Ashton grew visibly closer, the fans still refused to believe that you were serious. It didn't matter how many comments Ashton made to them saying that you weren't fake and were the love of his life, no one believed you.
"I love you, Y/N," Ashton whispered, pressing his lips tenderly against your cheek, his arm wrapped protectively around you keeping you safe. He pulled you just a little bit closer as the paparazzi came into view, giving you a small smile as he tried his best to shield you from the blinding flashes. You kept your head down and leaned into your boyfriend's tall frame as much as your could, trying desperately to avoid any more controversy regardless of what management wanted.
Sure, sometimes it was hell; the non stop paps, the ignorant fans, demanding management, but at the end of the day you were getting paid to live your life with your boyfriend. You spent time with your best friend for a living, and you were so grateful for that.
CAL:
"For fucks sake, my job is to literally just take photos with this guy and make them look realistic and he, of course, has to complain every single time we do. Like can he wake up and realise that this is all to kickstart his career and promote his album. It's business for christ's sake!" You rant to your best friend, pacing angrily around the small hotel room you were currently occupying while Calum was on tour. Your job was easy, take loved up photos with various celebrities, kiss them a bit if required and then leave and move on t the next one. You got paid and they got a media story as promotion. Usually the celebrities you worked with didn't mind, you usually got on with them and then became friends with them after the contract had finished. But of course, you had to be paired with Calum Hood, the one person in the industry notorious for hating every single PR relationship he's had.
"Jeez, the guy's being forced into a relationship with some random stranger, i think it's pretty reasonable he dislikes it," Y/B/F/N says, rolling her eyes and throwing a piece of popcorn at you. You huff and fall down in the seat beside her, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes right back at her. "I'm sure if the roles were reversed you'd hate it as well," she says matter-of-factly, putting another piece of popcorn in her mouth. You had to admit, if it was you, you'd probably hate being forced into kissing and pretending to be in love with a total stranger.
"Yeah be that as it may, it's still my job and he's currently making it very hard for me to do. We can't all hop on a stage sing a few songs ad make a living out of it. He may not understand the concept, but I need this job to be able to survive, to eat and pay my bills." You say, stealing some popcorn and standing back up, grabbing your complimentary towel. "Okay, i'm having a shower. I have a date with Calum in an hour."
An hour later and you were standing in your room, hair and makeup all done, waiting for Calum to knock on your door and pick you up. A loud banging echoed through the small space and you opened the door to find yourself staring into the chocolate brown eyes adored by young teenage girls around the world. He offered you a hesitant smile and held his hand out, waiting for you to grasp it with your own. You walk to his car in silence, hopping in and waiting for him to drive off to your destination. It's only when you're doing up your seatbelt that he starts to speak,
"So earlier today I got the time of our date mixed up and came to pick you up an hour ago. I quickly realised you weren't ready when i heard you talking to Y/B/F/N and so i was about to leave when i heard my name. So i stayed, and i heard everything. I'm sorry i have been making your job harder than it needs to be, but Y/B/F/N was right when she said that it's hard for me too, this contract basically cuts off my ability to have an actual relationship with anyone," he explained to you, ever so often casting a glance in your direction, "but i know that for know, this is how it's gonna be whether i like it or not and you're going to be my 'girlfriend' for however much longer again if i like it or not. So i guess what i'm trying to say is, i want to start afresh and use tonight as an opportunity to have a pleasant evening with my girl and hopefully get to know her a bit more, if you'll let me?" He finishes off, looking at you hopefully, his hand wrung togther nervously. You smile at him and reach out to join your hands again.
"Lead the way Mr Hood."
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hey unicorns,
so let me explain. i know in the last preference i said i had this idea and i was gonna start updating regularly and stuff well yeah, that all went to shit and then i went overseas to Thailand so lolz yeah sorry about that but i'm back now and hOpEfuLLy gonna start updating regularly again (famous last words)
so yeah if you're still reading this book then honestly you the real mvp bc im trash and how do you put up with this inconsistency.
