Behind Closed Doors ☆Selena Gomez x Fem!Reader☆ [UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 8

A/N: Tell me should I unpublish the rest as I edit them? Or nah?

You know the drill ;)

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Third Person POV

It's not hidden from Y/N's knowledge how the two met. She was actually there at the 2012 Victoria Secret Fashion Show to watch Selena performs her hit singles Hands To Myself and Me and My Girls. She had witnessed Selena's and Abel's interaction, for the first time, on the stage, with Abel having that weird hairstyle.

Y/N had the chance to meet Abel through Selena and she's greatful for that. Y/N actually found it nice to meeting them as well because Selena was introducing her to them as well, as a friend.

However, there was one thing that's kept from Y/N due to the management not allowing Selena to tell the younger because they couldn't afford to leak the information of publicity between them, no matter how Selena argued with them. This one was shorter than the other of her publicity. Ten months. But still it didn't stop the Latina from getting angry with her management.

"I swear to God, if this cost my relationship with her. I'm done... This is going to be the last.", she firmly said before walking out slamming the door behind.

The team set up the fourth act they're going to do in a restaurant in New York for their dinner stant. Perfect spot. No walls or anything hindrancing anyone to take a picture of them.

"You look like sht.", Abel playfully commented when she arrived at the hidden meeting place.

"Geez, thanks.", she rolled her eyes throwing a small brush at him which Abel catched, and handed it back to the make-up artist.

Selena settled on the chair at the front of a mirror full of bulb. "Someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed.", Abel looked at her in symphathy.

"I haven't talk to her since.", she said before closing her eyes as the stylist put on a cream on her face.

"Oh sh!t.", Abel replied not knowing how to comfort the Latina.

"Yeah, sh!t."

After two hours of preparation, the two were inside a van with their publicity manager telling them what to do and how  is it going to be. All they do was to nodd.

"This is just an act.", Selena told the starboy singer.

"Noted ma'am.", with that they went to the position, holding each other's hand as they walked. They started their own conversation so it wouldn't look like it was stant, since people around them not so subtle taking pictures of the two, as they were waiting for the paparazzi to fall into their trap.

Selena was comfortable with him since they were just friends and they made it clear to each other that what they were doing was for their career. Nothing more than it.

Her body were only for Y/N to touch and as much as Selena wanted to squirm away from his touch, he was holding her on her waist when they enter the restaurant, she couldn't.

Abel pulled the chair for her which she thanked him for. The other singer was the one who ordered them a small meal since they weren't that hungry, as Selena just nodded not caring what dish it was.

"I'm not really liking this.", the Latina mumbled to him.

"I'm so sorry.", Abel said squeezing her hand. Selena leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Me too."

"I'll tell you a joke.", the man started after he drank his water and wrapped his arm around her.