PROLOGUE (Harry's POV) //
"Harry? Are you listening?" Mark's sharp nasal tone interrupted my thoughts.
"Erm... Yes" I said, not wanting to hurt his feelings. I don't think I've ever been able to listen to more than 30 seconds of his snotty voice. Really, I do try.
"So, as I was saying-" Mark said pointedly at me, "We've been creating the image that you and Brianna are in a relationship."
"Oh yeah, that. I'm not really keen on it. She's not really a favourite of mine."
Silence.
"Well that doesn't really matter, does it Harry? What matters is that you are getting a reputation. And it's not one of a desirable type. It's becoming increasingly easy for the tabloids to pick on your "player" image as in the last few months it seems you have literally dated every girl in your contact list." Mark spat at me. "Not only that, but all of them have run crying to the tabloids when you've inexplicably dumped them!"
I shrugged.
Mark continued, his voice dwindling back to his professional voice he uses when he's trying to get something from someone. "You need a steady relationship, or you at least need to have the image of one. You've met her before, what made you change your mind?"
I shrugged again. "She's kind of ditzy. And celebrity-ish."
Mark just sighed dissappointedly. "You are a celebrity, Harry. Love is different in this world. You don't get to choose."
And with that meeting, my fate was decided. I was to be in a steady relationship with Brianna Rosenthal, daughter of Hollywood royalty. That meeting marked the death of the last significant choice I could make free of management.
Who I get to love.
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A/N: I decided to re-write brighter than gold oops sorry it was getting too hard to write the way I had written it.
