Who to Love ( A Connor Franta / O2L Fanfic )

Prologue

"We look forward to working with you all," the tall man wearing the fancy suit told the six boys, reaching for the oldest boys hand first, shaking it. He shook the rest of the boys hands before his partners grabbed their things and headed out of the conference room.

"Are you sure we need this?" One of the boys, the one with the dark hair and rosy cheeks, said. He was a bit skeptical of the new business he and his five best friends had just finished up with.

"This will definitely help us, Sam," another said, the boy with the brunette hair and the strong love for cats said. "We need it."

Sam just shrugged as he grabbed his cell phone off of the table and unlocked it, reading and replying to the numerous text messages he had received.

The six boys conversed a little bit before the left the conference room, heading back to the house that they shared.

The youngest one stayed quiet most of the time, as he was still trying to take in the fact that he and his group now have a management team. This team will help them with booking and appearances, merchandise, and numerous other things, which was what the meeting was all about.

The so-called leader of the group was chatting animatedly with the oldest boy whilst the two dark haired best friends talked with each other about girls. This was typical of the group.

When they all arrived at their house, they filed out of the car and separated, some going to their bedrooms, and the others hung out with each other in the living room, where they spoke of the theme for their videos, their current love interests, and their food cravings.

*Weeks Later*

"Connor, we have a proposal, well more of a requirement for you." The management team had called in Connor to discuss some business with him about publicity, and Connor had no clue as to what could possibly happen. He assumed it was about his "inappropriate behavior," in one of his videos. Frankly, Connor did not care what his management had to say about it. Despite only being with the company for a few weeks and not having any problems with them, Connor felt a little rebellious of their terms and rules.

"Okay..." Connor said, cueing the business man, whom was the head of his company, to talk.

"We think it would be in your best interest to have a girlfriend. And before you go saying that you don't need one, we have a reason for saying this. When the other boys have a rumor of a girlfriend, their popularity spikes. More people talk about them, and so their name is out on public media more. You are talked about quite a bit, but we have noticed that many rumors are around that you would be having a boyfriend, and that is against our policy. So to fix this, we have come up with a contract. We want to pair you with one of our clients, Grace Harley, a model. This will give you a massive amount of publicity seeing as she is a model for top companies such as Sax 5th Avenue and H&M, which she has just recently been modeling for."

These words shocked Connor, because never would he have expected his management to require him to have a girlfriend. What gives them the power to dictate his love life? Oh right, the contract he signed just a few weeks earlier.

Yes, he read the agreement and was completely aware of the statements regarding publicity with girlfriends, but he never expected that his management would do anything.

"A girlfriend? I don't even get to choose who it is?" Connor asked in disbelief. He was in shock by the whole thing.

"Yes, Connor. We will require you to sign a contract saying that you and Ms. Harley stay a stage couple for at least six months. If we see at the time of the end of the contract that a break-up will bring you both more publicity, then we will have the two of you announce a split. If we see that staying together will result in more publicity and popularity, we will require you to stay together," the man says, pulling out a contract from his brief case. He slides the papers, along with a pen, towards the famous YouTuber, expecting his signature to be placed on the paper.

"What, I don't get to meet her first?" Connor says bitterly, starting to read the contract. He was angry about the whole thing.

"Ah, of course," the business man said, standing up from his chair, walking over to the door of the stuffy conference room.

After a few moments, the man returns, a young woman following him. Connor looks up at her, realizing that this must be the girl he will have to spend the next six months with.

He looks her over. She has the body of a model: tall, thin, and slightly muscular. She is wearing a mid-thigh length dress that flatters her small figure. It's grey in color and hugs her body in just the right places, a sweetheart neckline in place to show off her bust. She wears matching heels that make her calf muscles look absolutely stunning. Her makeup is done perfectly, as if Connor expected anything different from a model, her eyes a light shade of green, almost looking grey. Her face appears flawless and smooth from the distance Connor sees her. Her dark and glossy hair falls past her shoulders and is pushed back behind her.

"Connor, this is Grace, your girlfriend. You will treat her as if she were your real girlfriend and you will take her on public outings to let the public see the two of you together. The rest of O2L will know of the agreement, but will not be permitted to tell anyone else. Anything you need to know is in the contract before you. I will be back in thirty or so minutes to collect it. Grace will stay in here with you." The man talks in a very professional, stuff tone, and it pisses Connor off. The whole situation pisses Connor off.

Sure, this girl is beautiful, but he wants nothing to do with her. He isn't even interested in having a girlfriend at the moment. No, he wasn't gay as management apparently believes, but he didn't think he really wanted someone to commit to yet.

He looked at her and begun to read the contract when he realized she was otherwise occupied with her cell phone.

As he read, he saw the key agreement and requirements. He was supposed to act like she was his girlfriend and she had to act as though he were her boyfriend. They had to make public appearances for show, and he had to tweet with her and even do YouTube videos with her. The contract informed him that Grace was being paid to act as his girlfriend, and for a moment he wondered why he didn't get paid.

When he finished reading, the man still had not returned so he signed in all of the designated spots before sliding the papers slightly away from him.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Connor asked, masking his annoyance with her. He didn't exactly have a real reason to be annoyed with her, he just was angry that he had to basically sign away his love life rights.

She turned to him, her eyes examining him. Her face made it appear as though she didn't care much for the agreement either. "I'm nineteen," she replied to the brunette boy. His hair was shades lighter than hers, as hers was so dark it could almost pass as black.

Connor nodded to her, extending his hand to her.

"Well, I guess I'll introduce myself. I'm Connor Franta. Nice to meet you," he said, adding, "I guess," in his head.

She looked skeptical, but shook his hand. "Grace Harley."

She was short in her conversational skills, but Connor didn't seem to care. He was actually thankful for it. He didn't care much for the girl before him anyway, he didn't have to. He just had to act like he cared.

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So I'm trying something new, third person! I feel like I'm better at writing like this, what do y'all think?

What do you think of the story so far?

I don't know about you, but I'm not a fan of management.

What do you think of Grace? I mean, she seems mad, but if I got hired to be Connor's girlfriend I can't say that I'd be the slightest bit mad! What about you?

Anyways, this will be my main book once I finish up with Over Again! :)

Hope you'll stick around for the ride!

xox -Delilah