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Fake Dating

Helloooooooooo

I had to do something, alright? And this solved everything. If I pretended to be dating him, for one, she'd back off, and my publicity would be awesome, right?

So fake dating couldn't hurt, right?

I mean, it's not like he actually liked me.

And it wasn't my idea, it was my agents idea. He suggested it.

But I had to pitch it to Tom.

"Tom?"

He looked up from his phone at me slowly. "Yes?"

I gulped and sat down next to him, staring into his big coffee eyes.

He stared back into my e/c eyes intently and curiously.

"Will you pretend to date me?"

Those coffee eyes went wide in shock. "Do-what?!"

"Pretend to date me."

He frowned. "Why-what-why?!"

"Because you won't real date me. Publicity, Holland!" I responded irritably.

He nodded slowly. "Alright."

"So can we post a picture to prove it?"

"Is that how you want to go about it?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes," I nodded seriously. "I do want to go about it this way, so come here."

Our photo blew up, and the comment we posted made it even more realistic, however, we both kept it obvious it wasn't.

"You two are dating!" The interviewer cheered.

Tom reached for my hand and laced his fingers in mine. "Yes we are."

His smile was sad, and he actually sounded almost disappointed when he said it. I'd address him about that later.

He would hold my hand anyway, but now he had an excuse. So did I, but it's fake, right?

"Kiss for us?" The interviewer suggested.

Oh Lordy. We'd never done that before. "Like-like how?"

"Kiss. You two do know how to kiss, right?" She looked worried.

"Duh," Tom muttered.

I glared at him. "Alright Holland, prove it."

He looked at me uncertainly. "Er-we'd rather not do it on camera."

The interviewer eyed him suspiciously. "Why?"

"Alright fine!" He lunged over the chair.

His lips brushed mine, and my head exploded. I smiled uncontrollably after that, and the interviewer awed over it.

I'd address him about that later.

Well, I tried.

"Hey, Tom?" I started softly, leaning on the door. He'd locked it and wouldn't let me in no matter how many times I sang the songs from Frozen.

"What?!" He snapped.

I stayed silent for a moment or two.

I had to think about this. Did I really love him? I think I did, but, for some reason I didn't think he did. But I had to try, I mean, he was so amazing and have you seen him?! Who wouldn't want to date him?! And I'd addressed him about sounding so heartbroken, and, well, you see where that got me.

"I think I don't want to fake date you anymore."I said.

"Me either."

"I want to real date you," I whispered it, but he yanked the door open and I fell flat on my back. I stared up at him as he stared down at me.

"You want to what?!" His face was red and tear stained to match mine.

"I-I want to real date you," I admitted ashamedly.

"Stand up."

I didn't stand up on my own, he kinda yanked me up into the air.

"Y/N Y/L/N, what took you so long?!" He asked, shutting the door and pushing me up against it.

I gasped. "I dunno, your stupid girlfriend."

"She wasn't my girlfriend, she was just too friendly for your taste," he shook his head.

I was still up against the door.

"So are you gonna do something, Holland, or just keep me up against the door?"

"I plan on making up for those months I didn't get to do this."

Oh he made up for it alright.