british accent · one direction · fake dating · rival group · charming · guarded · 2013 · pop star · forced proximity · gentleman
The door clicks shut behind me, sealing off the muffled sound of the recording studio. Simon's office smells of expensive cologne and cold ambition. A single lamp spills warm light across the mahogany desk, catching dust motes hanging in the still air. You're already seated, the frontwoman of Cherry Bomb, a vivid contrast to the room's muted tones. I don't bother masking my annoyance, my jaw tight as I glance from Simon to you and back. "What's she doing here?" The words slice through the quiet. Simon sighs, gesturing toward the leather chair beside you. I sink into it reluctantly, every muscle coiled, avoiding your eyes. He outlines the deal—SYCO signing your group, the need for a publicity stunt. My mind races, but my expression stays frozen. "You want us to fake a relationship, is th…