Six months into the fake relationship, I was pretty sure that Benito and I would break up soon. We had made a deal that if we were still dating, when the Grammys were going to take place that I'd be his date. I hated the Grammys and had always avoided going there, even though I had been invited, so I was down to do anything to not go there. Besides that, Benito had mentioned that he had met a girl and that he started to like her. Either way, I could already see us part ways and I was honestly just waiting for the day that he had the courage to ask the girl out. Also we had talked about the kiss and he had assured me that it had been a one time drunk mistake he was not going to make again. It had kind of disappointed me as well as the fact that he was crushing on somebody, but as already mentioned I was counting down the days because I had been sure that he would confess to her before the Grammys. Sadly, he had not asked the girl out before the Grammys which is why I was sitting in a dressing room, getting my make up done. Since I had promised Benito to also walk the red carpet with him, we wanted to go to the venue together. He was sitting on the couch behind me, waiting for the stylist to finish my look. Right when I had seen him, I had taken a picture of him because he looked absolutely stunning in a suit. I had already posted something that week which is why I had only put it into my story. 

About an hour later, I thanked the stylist and got out of the chair to put on the dress she had picked for me. After I had put it on, I grabbed the heels and walked over to Benito who was on his phone. "I'm ready." I told him. He looked up and smiled at me. "Wow, you look stunning." he complimented me, while getting up. "Thanks." I said, putting the heels on my feet. "Before we leave, I have a surprise for you." he then told me, reaching his hand out for me to take it. Confused, I looked at him, but still took it. Benito lead me over to where the TV of the dressing room was. A bouquet of pink roses was standing there. Those were not just any pink roses; it was my favorite kind of roses, and on top of that, it had card from a shop that was on the other side of the city and had extremely high prices attached to it. Immediately, I sat down next to the bouquet to smell the roses. "Benito, these are wonderful! Thank you!" I exclaimed happily. "I'm glad you like them. Almost couldn't pick them up today." he then answered, smiling down at me. "You picked them up?" I questioned. "Yeah, right before I came here." he replied, shrugging. That was weird; the shop had a delivery service and it must've taken him at least two hours to get them. Had to give it to him, he put a lot of effort into the fake relationship, almost like it was a real one. I quickly took a picture of them, put it into my story and then put my phone back into my clutch. 

We were standing on the red carpet, posing for the photographers. Benito was also supposed to talk to a couple of interviewers which is why we quickly moved on. That was exactly why I hated the Grammys; just like at the Oscars there was so much noise and it took you so long to actually get to the entrance, but I kept a smile on my face and supported Benito. "You look beautiful, Hannah! Who are you wearing?" one interviewer asked, when we reached her. "Thanks! It's Yves Saint Laurent." I answered politely. After she had asked me about my shoes as well, she wanted to know a few things about Benito's music which is why I was standing there, watching him answer all of her questions. During this whole time, he kept body contact; whether it was taking my hand or putting his arms around my waist. "So, this is your first real big red carpet event, right?" the interviewer then asked me. "Yeah, we've been to smaller things together, but that was nothing serious." I replied, nodding. After that she thanked us for our time and we kept on walking until we finally reached the entrance. When we had made it to our seats, I sighed in relief. José was going to sit next to Benito, Nicky was going to sit next to me. I hadn't seen both of them in a while and so I was looking forward to it. Benito rested his hand on my thigh and I leaned my head against his shoulder. The show was going to start about 30 minutes later, so I pulled my phone out of my clutch and checked my Instagram. "Oh, you didn't." I said, looking at the picture Benito had posted. "I did!" he answered cheekily. Shaking my head, I liked it and read through the comments.    

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badbunnypr Love spoiling my girl 💞 #grammys2k19

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user621 what a gentleman you are, benito 😏

jennyhamilton Spoiling? More like an apology for making her come with you 😂

maluma ¡Qué lindo!

jbalvin damn she's a lucky girl!

user499 OMG look at her 😍

hannahmason The best fucking apology I ever received though 💁🏻 

About an hour later, Aubrey wanted to talk to me. I apologized myself from Benito and up from my seat. He quickly stopped me and turned me around. "The camera's on us right now." he whispered, pulling me towards him. I got the hint that it was best if we shared a quick kiss. It had gotten a lot rarer that we had to kiss, but I got excited whenever we did. This time it was different though; it hadn't been completely necessary to kiss and still he had insisted on it. When I reached Aubrey, he greeted me with a hug. "You're gonna get hurt if you won't tell him what you feel." he said, before ordering a drink. "I know, but how am I supposed to tell my fake boyfriend that I'm actually falling for him?" I whispered. "Who knows, maybe he likes you, too." he told me, shrugging. "No, he met a girl and is crushing on her." I informed him, looking at his glass. Aubrey nodded, but didn't say anything. I didn't get the feeling off that he knew something that I didn't.