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Nothing About This Is Fake

The News

"Adrianna why are you still not in a relationship?" my manager Natalie just asked out of no where. I sat down my coffee slowly- which I have to drink all the time considering my schedule. And it's only getting more busy as I'm 'rising to the top'.

"Um too busy and too complicated and I haven't found a right guy yet." I shrugged meeting her eyes.

"Adrianna you are one of the top models in the world and still growing, you need a boyfriend." she simply stated like it was no big deal even though I just explained why.

"Natalie, I still don't see how that means anything."

"What it means is that I got you a fake boyfriend who is also a celebrity. Me and his manager knows each other and we think it will be great publicity to the both of you. Also who knows maybe it might turn out real." she smiled devilish as she began to drink her coffee and type numerous things on her phone.

"Who?! No! You can not make me do this!" I said angered as I slammed my hand on the Starbucks table as I began to stand up.

"Adrianna think about it will be great!" she smiled.

"Who is it?" I asked biting my tongue from saying anything more I will end up regretting.

"You will see. You will go that nice Italian restaurant on this road and meet him. And you will act lovestruck." she grinned.

"This is awful but what time?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"7. Don't be late. He will be there. And so will the paparazzi!" she squealed with delight and took another swallow of her coffee.

"Great. Well I better go get ready considering this is in 3 hours." I mumbled grabbing my purse.
"Trust me it will be great!" she called after me as I walked out.

This is ridiculous. My life is already so controlled and now I have to have a fake boyfriend! It seems like I can never get a break.

"Oh my gah! Adrianna I am a super fan can you please sign my phone case?" a girl about 16 asked. "Sure!" I smiled taking the purple sharpie and iphone from her.

Now this I like. But it can get to me at times. But I do sincerely love all of my fans. Even though modeling is stressful.

"Here you go!" I smiled when I handed it back to her. "Um..can you take a selfie with me?" she blushed.

"Of course!" then she took out her phone and snapped a pic and waved goodbye.

I made my way back to my apartment. For now I'm living in London. I have a few other places to live too. The rest where I travel I just have to get a hotel.

As soon as I got into the building there was press everywhere. I immediately ducked my head and tried to make my way through the crowd to the elevator.

I head shouts. They were all the usual..."Adrianna over here!" and stuff relating to that and other questions.

When I finally made it the elevator I pressed the top floor. And released a breath I've been holding on to way to long.

As I entered I went to my closet finding out what to wear. Since I am a top model my closet has tons of stuff.

I eventually pulled out a high-low dress that was red and black. Also fished out black pumps from the pile laying all around in my closet. I really need to clean. I then applied makeup and curled my hair. After all the time I had just enough time to go read some of my fan mail. I try my best to get to all them.

Eventually it was time to go and I had to drag myself up from my comfort and finally chilling out. And off I went to the restaurant.

*Harry's POV*

"Don't be late. Remember at 7 Adrianna should be at the restaurant. Make it look believable. There will be many cameras. And I don't think her manager told her who her boyfriend will be so go easy." my manager lectured me.

"I know I know I know. You told me all of this." I smiled. Then he pointed at me and walked out of my apartment.

I've actually been wanting to meet Adrianna. She seems really nice and I've heard so much about her. But I did not imagine it would be this way. I hate the fake relationships and usually is makes any chance of the person being friends or real fail at the end.

"Better go get dressed." I mumbled to myself.