She is said to be dating someone. Although it remains a mystery of who the person actually is - one thing is clear: the fans are getting impatient. They want to know who it is and they want to know now. Alexandria's decision to not share her romantic life is beginning to be judged as being selfish.

My eyes skim through the passage in fury, my leg bobbing up and down in frustration as I take in every fake word they've printed onto the page. Claims of rumors, romances and cosmetic surgery makes me wonder how women in this industry are ever successful.

As the article continues, however, my heart swells up in pride at the realization that despite all of these rumors, Alex continues to be confident and continue to act. The journalists fake words set my veins on fire in anger, but the reassurance of her continuing on despite them is like pouring a bucket of water over that rage.

Switching my phone off, I stuff it into my pocket in the hopes the words from the article will disappear. But words that should never be associated with Alex continue to roll around my head and I begin to get frustrated.

Looking out of the window of the car, we cross the Brooklyn Bridge to come into New York. Taxi's follow along beside us as Mr Walden drives effortlessly through the streets - years of experience on full show as he navigates them without a second thought.

"Trouble in paradise, Sir?" Mr Walden asks, looking at me through his mirror.

I let out a sigh and run a hand through my already messy hair before answering. "Just reporters talking crap about Alex."

"Ah, common problem in your work I presume. You know she doesn't read them, so you shouldn't worry to much." Mr Walden reassures me.

"Yeah, just hard to focus on the good instead of the bad." I say, shutting my eyes to calm down.

"I know, Sir. Despite the rumors, at least you have a job you love." He smiles.

Very true." I nod, agreeing with him.

Acting is all I've wanted to do since I was eight and I realized it was a job I could make a living out of. I'm not in this industry for money or fame, I just want to act. That can be a struggle sometimes, as I'm often roped into modelling jobs. But for now, my schedule seems to be either acting or directing and I couldn't be happier about that.

"We're here, Sir." Mr Walden announces as he arrives at one of the buildings management has hired for a day.

Wanting to get an authentic feel for our office scenes in a latest episode - they simply rented out a block of offices for a day in the weekend. Which is actually great for today, as it means the paparazzi won't be able to get near us inside for the whole of today.

Saying thank you to Mr Walden, I make a quick exit out of the car. I'm ambushed by cameras flashing in my face and voices shouting for me to look in a certain direction. It seems is last for a lifetime of confusion but I'm saved when two bodyguards come though the crowd, making a line for me to walk through.

Basically running from the crowd, a breathless intern greets me. "Sorry, Mr Williams, that should've been done before."

"It's fine, just make sure it doesn't happen to other cast members."

Alex always arrives late and I don't want her going though that.

"Yes, Sir." The intern nods before hurrying away, obviously in a state of relief that I wasn't upset.

I'm hurried through hair and make-up and before I know it, I'm changed into a white shirt with black slacks - perfect office attire for my character.

Today we film a rare scene where Alex and I are in the same scene. Our story lines don't often cross, so to say I'm excited would be a little bit of an understatement. The scene is long and has two other cast members in it. Which I'm usually fine with, but today is a completely different scenario.

The make-up team are being interviewed in regards to Queries and the sight of a reporter makes me think of that article again. The man holds an iPad to take down notes as he gets a behind the scenes tour round set. Smiling tightly at him, I clench my right hand into a fist, digging my nails into my palm.

He's one of them. One of the reporters who think they can get away with tearing down our lives down because we're supposed 'celebrities' - so who really cares about our feelings, anyway?

I'm bitter and wound up as Alex finally makes it to stage. Her cheeks are more flushed than usual and I smirk, knowing that she's flustered due to being late. I'm still concerned about the amount of paps out there, and as she talks to another cast member, I form a plan to check that she's okay.

Walking over, I see her eyes widen slightly as she takes in my approach. Standing beside her with the cast member in front of me, their conversation drifts off at my arrival.

"Did you guys see the paps out there? Absolute madness." I say, shaking my head.

"I know, I always think it's good we have realistic settings - but man do they have consequences!" The cast member says and I'm suddenly grateful for her enthusiasm on the topic, glad that they haven't just simply nodded their heads.

"I completely agree, I was basically tackled by them when I got out of my car, though." I say.

The cast member agrees, nodding her head. Obviously sensing my hidden questions, Alex speaks up, "I was lucky, security protected me from the moment I got out - they must've known."

My chest becomes lighter as I realise she didn't have to go through the same experience as me. Nodding my head, I smile at the floor to hide my grin. Luckily, my escape come quickly when the director begins shouting instructions of how this scene has to play out.

Getting into position, one last light check is done before we begin. As I wait behind the door I'm supposed to walk through, I begin to get into my character's mindset when I hear a click behind me. Whipping my head around, I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion when I see nothing.

When it sounds again, I turn to my side to see a black iPad aimed at my face. Seeing the reporter from earlier behind it, my anger shoots off like a firework on July 4th as I realise he's taking photos of me as I try to work.

"Would you mind?" I whisper harshly, not wanting the attention of any of the other crew members.

"Don't worry, these won't go up until after the episode has aired." The reporter whispers back.

Exactly what I was concerned about, the time of fucking publishing.

But before I can respond once more, the director calls for silence.

My anger morphs into annoyance and I groan inwardly when I hear the director calling action. Taking a deep breath, I step through the door and into the temporary hot spotlights which shine down onto me. A crew stands waiting as I fail to remember my line - too consumed by anger to think of anything else.

"You must know where it is." I state, before the director calls cut.

"That's your third line, Theodore." The director sighs, looking at me expectantly.

I know why he's looking at me like that, though. I barely mess up lines. Sure I'll stand wrong or I'll pick up the wrong prop - every actor does sometimes. But I never forget my lines, it's rare and I've even got a reputation for always knowing them.

"From the top!" The director shouts, as we move back.

Refusing to make eye-contact with Alex, as I know I'll break, I make my way back to my starting position.

"And...action!" He calls and I walk through the door.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" I ask, praying that it's the right line but too distracted to care if it's not.

"Second line, Theodore. That's your second line." The director sighs, putting his face in his hands.

Unable to calm down, I see no other alternatives. Taking a deep breath, I mumble out, "Give me five minutes."

I'm walking as the words leave my mouth, before any of them can stop me. I know I'm going to be in major trouble after this, but at the rate I was heading - it's probably worth it. Raking a hand through my hair, I let out a sigh of frustration as I make my way down the corridor.

Finally finding an empty room, I shove the door open as I walk in. I lift my head when I don't hear the noise of it shutting, only to find Alex standing in the doorway.

Dressed in a black pencil skirt and a pale pink shirt, she looks like she's glowing as the window behind her allows the sun to shine through. But the illusion is cut short as she shuts the door behind her, walking in slowly.

"Hey." I say simply.

The room consists of only two desks, both on opposite sides of the walls, so I choose one and go and sit in the chair resting beside it.

"You want to tell me what's going on?" She asks, her voice soft and understanding despite her blunt question.

"I'm just having a crappy day." I say, sighing as I close my eyes and lean my head back.

"How come?"

"Just paparazzi getting on my nerves." I shrug, not wanting to tell her the true reason which is I read an awful article about her.

"You're not Noah. Don't lie to me, T." Alex says, raising her eyebrows expectantly. She goes and sits in the chair opposite, crossing her legs as she waits for me to speak.

"Just that interviewer on set that keeps snapping photos of me and then there's the paparazzi outside, who by the way, have no personal boundaries when it comes to getting a good photo. It's just all really fucking frustrating." My words tumble out of my mouth and before I can stop myself, I'm pacing the room as explain.

Standing up from her chair, Alex walks over and places a hand on my shoulder to stop me from moving. Sliding the same hand down my arm, she intertwines our fingers. Squeezing her hand in response, I let out a sigh.

"You read the article, didn't you." Alex states, looking at me in the eye.

Unable to watch her face in fear of her being upset, I break eye contact with her to mutter my next words. "Yeah, fakest words I've ever read in my life."

"Clara said the same thing. They don't matter to me, though." Alex says, leaning forward and resting her head against my chest.

"You can't let this get to you so much. It's just an article. Plus, I didn't even read it." She says, her voice soft.

Finally finding the willpower to look at her, I meet her gaze with my own. Hoping the adoration I have for her shows through, I grab her other hand in mine and pull her closer to me.

"You are the strongest person I have ever met." I whisper, speaking the truth.

The words of the article come back to me. How they called her selfish, impressionable and stupid makes my blood boil because Alex is many things but she isn't any of them.

Knowing how much she goes through, I turn my head and rest my cheek against the top of her head. Letting go of her hands, I wrap my arms around her fully - almost lifting her off of the ground as I try to relax.

Easy to do when I'm with her, I think. Not so much when we're apart.

Breaking apart, Alex leans up and kisses me, her lips soft and cautious as she remains aware of our surroundings. Ones I forgot as soon as I began ranting.

"We should go." I sigh, hating myself for breaking the moment.

"Yeah, I'll go first and just say I went to the bathroom." She shrugs. Leaning forward, she kisses me once more before she walks out of the door.

My body tingles from where she touched me and my brain remains overwhelmed. But unlike five minutes ago, it'snot because of reporters - it's overwhelmed with the thought of her. Unable to let my train of thought go any further, I take a deep breath and make my way out of the room.

Making my way back to set, I nod at the director who rolls his eyes. Sighing, he asks, "You remember your first line now?"

"Better hope I do." I shrug, before walking off.

Making my way back to my starting position, I check around to see if the reporter is still there. Relief hits me like a bullet as I realise he's finally taken the hint and gone away. Reaching for the door handle, silence on set is called.

Knowing I have to once again prove I'm right for this high-profile role, I take a deep breath before walking out into the bright lights. Not even looking at the camera, I channel the hours I've spent pouring over scripts to carry me through this shoot.

And despite the thin layer of anger that was settled across me, the scene was shot in one take.

~~~~~

"Heard you lost it today." My brother grins through Facetime.

"I didn't loose it, I was just slower, that's all." I explain, but James grins in disbelief. "Plus, who told you?"

"Noah, he called me to find out when I'm coming over and then he spilled everything. Don't know who he heard it from though."

Alex.

I shake my head and laugh at my younger brother. Two years younger and studying medicine in university, I often think he's the smarter one out of two of us. But, he still hasn't  picked up on Alex and I yet - so maybe he's not.

"When are you coming over?" I ask, knowing that I haven't seen him in six months now.

"No idea, I'm so busy it's insane. Maybe sometime in the summer, if I ever survive exams." He sighs, but I know his complaining is false. He's one of the most motivated people I know.

"That sounds good. I'm sure Mom and Dad woul-" I begin to say, but I'm cut off by my phone buzzing.

Theo - Tomorrow night you and Alex are going to love Clara and I. Make sure you look good ;)

Forgetting I'm on Facetime, I scoff and text back, wondering what he's talking about. A cough brings me back to the present and I put my phone down.

"What was that about?" He asks.

"Nothing, I just need to go in early tomorrow which sucks." I lie, guilt pulling at my stomach.

As the call continues, my head spins with what Noah and Clara could be planning. But knowing it'll be something with Alex and I - the excitement builds for whatever is coming.

~~~~~

Author's Note:

Ooo, what do we think is going to happen tomorrow night? How about this chapter, what did we think?

I wanted to show a typical day for Theo and also pressures form the media! I hope you enjoyed it :)

Have a great weekend!

Much love,

Jade x