Bad Management

Frank’s P.O.V.
“And you are sure its ok to talk about this? She is your cousin.” I asked George as she held the door for me.
“I’m sure.” She smiled up at me. Her and Michael had flown back to America after they had made the decision to let her body fix itself. She had her bad days but she got through them. “So are you sure there has been no sightings of you both?” She asked as we walked down the street towards the apartment block.
“Positive. I’ve been checking every social media outlet since England.” I told her honestly as she nodded.
“Then you best be prepared for the who shit storm tomorrow. Fans, critics and everyone will have something to say about you, about her and about both of you.” This time she was being honest, looking up at me with that I’m not going to lie look.
“Maybe I should ring her and tell I’m cancelling.” I breathed out grabbing my phone from my pocket. “I don’t want her to have to deal with that. She probably doesn’t want to deal with that.” I bit my lip clearly not thinking this through.
“You put that phone away. I’ve already spoken to Molly she is fine with it. I can always damage control.” She smiled up at me as I swiped us both in. “Honestly just prepare for it. It’ll be news for a week or two then that’s it.” She shrugged.
“What did you and Michael do?” I asked cautiously.
“We went out and got pizza and bumped into some fans. He bought them pizza and it just kind of came out that way. Then he took me to an awards show and that’s how everyone knew it was true. We didn’t do an official statement or anything until we announced we were married.” She smiled looking at the end of the corridor where the loud music was coming from, her smile getting bigger. “Frank she really likes you. Stop worrying, it’s going to be fine. How many times did I do this sort of stuff for you guys?” She asked her hand resting on my shoulder, taking my silence as her answer. “Exactly. So trust me. Once the shit storm happens I’ll help you through it.” She squeezed reassuringly.
“Ok you’re right.” I breathed out as she just nodded. “Tell Michael I’ve got the catalogue he was asking about. I’ll drop it off later on.” I smiled as I put my key in the lock.
“Ok. I’ll see you tonight.” She smiled kissing my cheek and walking off towards her flat, giving me a small wave as she let herself in.

We took our time getting ready but before I knew it, it was time to go pick Molly up. We had decided to car share with Michael and George knowing everyone knew we were friends. “How do I look?” I asked the room in general as everyone looked over at me.
“You look fine. Stop stressing.” Sophia looked over at me, since George and I had sorted our differences, Sophia had gone back to normal with me.
“You look good mate.” Michael smiled handing me a beer. “Honestly, you’ll be expecting worse than it will be.” He offered his flat smile, but one that told me he knew exactly how I felt. We were just about to go when there was a knock at the door, everyone looking round at each other as George got up to get the door.
“Your late.” I heard her say to someone as I looked round the room everyone shrugging their shoulders at my questioning glance. Once she moved out of the way there stood Molly in a stunning black dress that looked like it was made for her. In one word she looked beautiful, and for once I felt my body relax as she smiled over at me.
“You’re here.” I breathed out walking over to her and kissing her cheek, just like I normally do.
“You didn’t tell him?” She laughed looking over at George.
“Opps I must have forgot.” She smirked, pulling out her phone. “Right everybody get in.” She announced holding the phone up.
“Here let me it’s what I do for a living.” Molly walked forward holding her hand out as George’s piercing blue eyes snapped up at her.
“In the picture missy! Everyone grab your partner!” She shouted as she messed around on the screen and then rested the phone on the shelf running over to Michael as we all posed shouting cheese! She took a few more pictures of us all, before her and Michael took an amazing picture of them looking at each other.

We got the call to say that the car was downstairs so we made our way down there and all managed to stumble into the taxi. “Give me your phone.” George said to me holding her left hand out whilst her phone was in her right hand.
“What for?” I asked, reaching in my pocket anyway.
“Because I’m going to help you out.” She told me with a duh tone in her voice as she unlocked it quickly, my pin never changing. She spent about 5 minutes on both before handing me the phone back, everybody else’s going off. I looked at what she’d done and sure enough she posted the photos she took on her phone on to my Instagram tagging everyone in it, including Molly.
“How is that helping out?” I asked confusedly looking over at her.
“Because you’re giving them information, they’re not reading it from a media outlet. This way when the pictures that the paps will take tonight, get published tomorrow, its old news.” She smiled over at me. “It’s a proper nice photo anyway.” She smiled. Her British accent and way of talking stronger than ever from the time she spent over there.
“She’s not wrong.” Gerard and Sophia agreed as I looked over at Molly nervously.
“My follower level has gone up by thousands.” Molly commented showing me.
“See they are finding out things for themselves.” George told us distracted by her bright screen as the girl’s phones went off. Her posting a picture of the three of them all huddled in with the caption ‘Blessed to be spending the night with my beautiful best friend and cousin!” and that was it, it all went crazy with comments of disbelief I was dating her cousin.

The car came to a stop and we all quickly put our phones away as we heard the door open slowly. Gerard and Sophia gave each a look that the used for each other whenever they step out together. Next was George and Michael who gave each other a peck before getting out, smiling as the bright flashes lit the way.
“Are you ok? You’ve gone very pale.” Molly commented looking over at me as I just nodded. Suddenly feeling very very sick. “Frank it’s going to be ok. Why are you so scared?” She asked taking my hand in hers and stroking the back of it soothingly.
“Because I’m scared someone is going to say something horrible about you and you’ll leave and I don’t want you to leave because I love you.” I spoked quickly, not fully aware of all the words that left my mouth.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle mean things said about me.” She whispered moving closer to me. “And I love you too so nothing is going to make me leave.” She smiled closing the gap and planting her smiling lips onto mine.

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