Ally Brooke Hernandez, the mother to the girls of Fifth Harmony and the little ball of sunshine to everyone around her. Her life is not all that it seems though, don't let the media fool you.
Y/N, an eighteen year old living a regular life and just...
Plastic? I could tell that Y/N was furious at this mix up. Instinctively, I take her hand in mine, and rub it soothingly.
"You don't want to find out." She spits at the attendant through gritted teeth.
"Really? You a celebrity or something?" The attendant taunts, causing me to become angry as well.
"As a matter of fact, we are. What now?" I ask defiantly. She scoffs at me, infuriating me more.
"I don't think I've seen or heard of you before. May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Allyson Brooke Hernandez of Fifth Harmony currently signed to Spirit Records." I retort.
"Fifth who?"
"Harmony." Y/N says from next to me. Before the attendant could reply, a well dressed man approaches her from behind.
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"Is there a problem here?" He asks. I nod, pointing at the attendant. He lets out a sigh before motioning for the attendant to head to the back office area.
"I sincerely apologize for her behavior today, that was uncalled for. I assure you she will be dealt with appropriately. Now, what can I do for you?" He asks sympathetically.
"Thank you sir. I've ordered a necklace for my girlfriend here, but I don't believe the pendant is the correct one." Y/N says. He nods, and pulls out a second tray with an identical necklace laid out on it.
"I believe this is the one, Miss Y/LN." He says with a smile. She nods, and places it around my neck.
"Thank you baby, I love it!" I say. Y/N flashes her beautiful smile before thanking the man. We make our way out of the shop, and back to her car.
"Where are we going now?" I ask. She turns to me with a grin.
"How 'bout the park?" I couldn't help bit smile at her cuteness.
"Sounds good." I say. As she pulls away from the curb, I decide to turn on the radio and to my surprise, a familiar song was playing. Busted.
"Alright folks, that was Ally Brooke's third solo single apart from Fifth Harmony, Busted. Bruno Mars with That's What I Like coming up in just a moment!"
Y/N turns to me with a confused expression.
"When did you release that song, Als?" She asks. I look at her with a worried expression.
"I didn't. In fact, I didn't even record the final version yet! That was just a draft that I had on my laptop." Y/N looks taken aback, and I don't blame her. I sounded like a duck anyway. Why is she laughing?
"Because babe, you said that out loud. And no, you don't sound like a duck, more like an angel. I was just surprised that that was only a draft, it sounded like a masterpiece." She says. I feel my face heat up, and instinctively I tried to hide my face. Keyword: Tried. Y/N, using her free hand, pulls my left hand from my face revealing my flushed cheek.
