Imagines and One-Shots (Book Three)

Even If It's Just Pretend (Luke Hemmings) - Part 1

You'd read a lot of stories about actors who hated their on-screen love interest, but you were happy to say that you and your co-star got on as well off-screen as you did when cameras were rolling. You and Luke had never met before filming started, but it was obvious the two of you had chemistry at the table read of the script. You hadn't really dated much since your big break in Hollywood, but you could honestly see yourself dating him. Unfortunately, he didn't view you in the same way.

It was actually at the movie's premiere that you found out he was already seeing someone, your heart dropping as you watched the girl hang all over Luke.

You knew it was just a movie, but... The time spent filming with Luke felt real; You really did feel like he had real feelings for you. And what really solidified those thoughts was the way he kissed you. The kissing scenes were the ones you were always looking forward to the most, but... But he was just acting. What you felt was genuine and you felt fireworks and weak knees and racing hearts... But it didn't mean anything to him.

Throughout the red carpet portion of the premiere – the part where paparazzi were shouting and there were camera flashes coming from every direction – you and Luke posed for pictures. You were incredibly impressed by how well you faked your smiles and lovey poses with him because no one seemed to notice anything different.

The girl Luke came with, however, was a different story.

It seemed like she could tell from the moment you stepped out of your car that you had feelings for her boyfriend or publicity stunt or fuck buddy or whoever he was to her. Her eyes were trained on you the entire time you and Luke were taking photos, a small smirk on her face. You managed to ignore her though, never so much as giving her a direct glance when you knew she was looking at you.

Actually watching the film was a little more difficult with the girl's snide remarks during scenes where you and Luke were touching – and it was especially bad every time you kissed. But you powered through, and you went home that night just as you'd done every night before: alone.

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Three weeks later; Friday morning

You woke up the morning with a small sigh of relief, happy you didn't have to see Luke anymore. Last weekend marked the last days of promo for the movie, which meant you'd been free to do whatever you wanted without Luke for the past week.

You started that morning as you always did – checking your notifications and scrolling through Twitter mentions, laughing at and liking the ones that made you smile – before you decided to get up, get dressed, and go to your favorite local coffee shop for breakfast.

You took pictures with fans and happily signed everything they asked you to – both on the way to the shop and on the way out. You finally broke away from the business of the city and walked to a park so you could walk around, finishing the rest of your drink before you'd head home and try to decide what else to do that day.

Unfortunately, though, you weren't alone for long.

"Y/N!" you heard behind you, making you look over your shoulder. You let out a subtle breath, your heart racing, as your co-star jogged toward you in his workout gear. "Hey!" he smiled, "I heard you were here! Thought I'd run through the park instead today!"

"Now that production is over, you have to stalk me to see what I'm up to?" you asked with a small smirk on your face, taking the last sip of your drink before tossing it into a trashcan as you passed it.