Luke's POV

"Really?! You're going to make me date someone?!" I exclaimed to the head of management.

"Yes, you are. It's to promote your image and to boost merchandise sales. You're dating her, and that's final. I want to see you on dates with her at least twice to three times a week. Dismissed," he tells me, and I walk out of the office, rubbing my face. 

When I exit the elevator, a girl with long brown hair comes up to me. 

"Are you Luke Hemmings?" she asks me.

"Yeah," I answer, looking her up and down. Decently attractive.

"I'm Taylor. I'm the girl your management hooked you up with for publicity," she said.

"I'm not looking forward to this, so we're going to go on our few required dates and then I don't want to see you," I told her bluntly. 

"Okay. Your boss gave me your number, so I can text you so we can set up those dates," she said before taking my hand and walking out the door. 

As predicted, paps were outside, so they made sure to get plenty of pictures of us holding hands. 

*3 months later*

The required dates with Taylor turned into times I looked forward to every week, and I even asked her if we could see each other more often. It even got to the point where we admitted to each other that we'd fallen in love with each other and we began to see each other every day. 

Management called us both in to get a progress report on us, and we said that it was going well.

"Well, we want you to break up," they delivered the news to us. 

"What?!" we both exclaimed simultaneously.

"We've made enough money from people listening to your music that we can let things go back to the way they were."

"And what if we don't want to break up?" she asked.

"Well you have no choice. Either break up, or we'll do it for you."

"But can't you see? I've fallen in love with someone for the first time in a long time. I prefer her over Arzaylea! Plus, I bet my relationship with Taylor has brought in more money than my relationship with Arzaylea. Since all you guys care about is money, why don't you just let me keep dating Taylor, but it's no longer a publicity stunt. This time it's a real relationship," I bargained with them.

They thought about it for the moment, occasionally nodding heads at each other, before they came to a decision.

"Alright, you guys can keep dating," he said.

"Yay!!!" we cheered.

"But," he interjected, "you have to act more romantic and coupley. We want more photos of you guys together."

We nodded and practically skipped out of the office building.