"Who the fuck is that guy?"

Leia ignored Georgie as she continued to scroll on the computer, her face so close to the screen that she knew she would likely end up with a tension headache later that evening. She was faintly aware of Tate shifting from his usual position at her feet, moving to greet her sister instead as Leia's eyes burned against the screen.

Georgie rolled her eyes, walking closer and looking over Leia's shoulder with a small frown on her face as she stared in confusion at the screen.

"Joe Alwyn? Who the hell is that?"

Leia finally tore her gaze away from the screen, her blue eyes meeting Georgie's inquisitive stare. She sighed, leaning back in her chair as she rubbed her temples, feeling the beginnings of that tension headache she'd anticipated.

"Joe Alwyn," Leia began, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension, "is a British actor. You know, one of those up-and-coming types with a posh accent and boyish charm."

She gestured vaguely towards the screen, where images of a blonde, clean-cut young man filled the browser window. Some photos he was sporting a buzzcut, but in more recent ones it was clear his blond locks had grown out a bit since then. 

"He was at the Met Gala last year, same time as me. Don't remember seeing him there though."

Georgie's eyebrows furrowed as she leaned in closer, squinting at the photos. 

"Okay, so he's a moderately attractive British actor who's been to a fancy party. That still doesn't explain why you're googling him like he holds the secrets to the universe."

Leia bit her lip, her fingers drumming nervously on the desk. The room suddenly felt smaller, the weight of the information she was about to share pressing down on her. She took a deep breath, knowing that they had all agreed that Georgie was one of the people that would need to know about the PR relationships.

"Well, that's where things get... complicated." She paused, seeming to search for the right words. "You know Tree, right? Taylor's publicist?"

Georgie nodded, her curiosity piqued.

"Well," Leia continued, her voice dropping to a near-whisper despite the fact that they were alone in the apartment, "Tree has decided that Joe is going to be Taylor's new... PR boyfriend."

"PR boyfriend? You mean like, fake dating?"

"Yeah, it's... it's a thing in the industry," Leia said, as if it was no big deal but Georgie could see right through her. "Tree thinks it'll be good for Taylor's image, you know? A nice, stable relationship with a respectable British actor... Take them off the scent of little Leia Hudson and megastar Taylor Swift."

 Georgie's eyes widened as the implications of Leia's words sank in. She stared at her sister, taking in the subtle signs of distress that most people would miss - the slight tremor in Leia's hands, the way her teeth worried at her bottom lip, the tension in her shoulders. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing thick with unspoken emotions.

"Leia," Georgie began, her voice soft and filled with concern, "are you really okay with this?"

Leia's gaze dropped to her hands, now clasped tightly in her lap. The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the gentle whir of the computer fan and Tate's occasional snuffle from his new spot by Georgie's feet. When Leia finally looked up, her blue eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

"I have to be," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "It's either this or lose Taylor."

Leia's shoulders sagged, and she ran a hand through her dark auburn waves, a gesture Georgie recognised as a sign of her sister's inner turmoil.

"You don't understand, Georgie," Leia continued, her voice gaining strength even as it trembled with emotion. "This industry... it's not just about the music. It's about image, perception, the story people want to believe. And right now, the story of Taylor Swift and Leia Hudson is too... complicated for the public."

A pause.

"...and too complicated for Taylor."

Leia stood up abruptly, pacing the small space between her desk and the window. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. It was a beautiful day outside, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within the apartment.

"Tree says this is the best way to protect what Taylor and I have," Leia explained, her words tumbling out faster now. "If we can divert attention, create a narrative that the public can easily digest, then maybe... maybe we can keep what we have, without media intervention."

Georgie watched her sister, her heart aching at the conflict she saw etched across Leia's face.

"And Taylor?" Georgie asked gently. "How does she feel about all this?"

Leia grimaced slightly.

"She was the one who said we should do it. I don't know how she feels since, because I've been dodging her calls for the last three days."

Georgie's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open in disbelief. The room seemed to pulse with the weight of Leia's admission, the golden afternoon light suddenly feeling oppressive rather than warm.

"You've been dodging her calls?" Georgie exclaimed, her voice rising an octave. "Leia, that's... that's monumentally stupid!"

Leia flinched at her sister's words, but Georgie pressed on, her words tumbling out in a rush of exasperation and concern.

"Don't you see how counterproductive that is? You're entering this whole charade of a PR relationship to save what you have with Taylor, but you're pushing her away before it even begins! What's the point of all this if you're just going to resent her for it?"

Leia's shoulders slumped as she turned to face her sister. The tears that had been threatening to fall earlier now streaked down her cheeks, leaving glistening trails in their wake.

"When did you get so mature?" Leia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Georgie's expression softened, the fire of her frustration dimming in the face of her sister's vulnerability. She crossed the room in a few quick strides, enveloping Leia in a tight hug. 

"Probably around the time my big sister started acting like an idiot," Georgie murmured into Leia's hair, her tone gentle despite the words.

Leia let out a watery chuckle, pulling back to look at her sister. The late afternoon sun caught Georgie's auburn hair, setting it ablaze with streaks of copper and gold.

"Look," Georgie continued, her voice gentle but firm, "I get that this situation sucks. It's not fair that you have to hide your relationship, that Taylor has to pretend to date some random British dude. But ignoring her isn't going to make it any better. If anything, it's going to drive a wedge between you two that no amount of PR stunts can fix."

Leia took a deep, shuddering breath, her sister's words sinking in. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her oversized sweater, the soft fabric coming away damp with tears.

"You're right," Leia admitted, her voice hoarse.

"Well, that's what little sisters are for, right? To point out when their big sisters are being complete morons." 

A weak chuckle escaped Leia's lips, the sound mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves outside the window. 

Georgie led Leia to the small, overstuffed couch in the corner of the room. As they sank into its cushions, Tate padded over, his nails clicking softly on the hardwood floor. He rested his head on Leia's knee, his warm brown eyes gazing up at her with unconditional love.

"So," Georgie began, her tone cautious but curious, "if Taylor's going to be fake-dating this Joe guy, who are you supposed to be with? I mean, they can't exactly have you pining away in public, right?"

Leia sighed, her fingers tangling in Tate's fur. "Riven's still working on that, actually. He's been in negotiations with another publicist for the past week."

Georgie's eyebrows shot up. "Negotiations? That sounds serious. Who's the lucky fake partner?"

"Her name is Zaria Aguta," Leia replied, her voice taking on a hint of admiration despite the circumstances. "She's this incredible up-and-coming actress. Riven showed me some of her work - she's got this raw talent that just draws you in."

Georgie nodded, encouraging Leia to continue.

"Apparently, she's just been cast in a new movie alongside Joe Alwyn," Leia explained, her voice growing stronger as she spoke. "Riven thought it would be perfect - a built-in reason for all of us to be seen together often."

"Clever," Georgie mused, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the faded quilt beneath them. "So you and Taylor could still hang out, just under the guise of being with your respective 'partners'."

Leia nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Exactly. Riven thinks it'll make everything less suspicious if they ever see me and Tay out together... not that it would be happening any time soon since she still will barely leave her apartment."

"It's all so... calculated," Georgie finally said, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and discomfort. "I mean, I knew the entertainment industry was complex, but this? It's like a chess game where everyone's a pawn."

Leia nodded, her fingers still absently stroking Tate's fur. The dog had settled more comfortably against her legs, his warm presence a grounding force amidst the emotional turmoil.

"That's showbiz, kid," Leia said with a wry smile, trying to inject some levity into the heavy atmosphere. "All the world's a stage, and we're just the players."

"Okay, Shakespeare. Can we order takeout?"

___

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," Taylor replied, wrapping her arms around Leia as soon as she opened the door to see the smaller girl standing there. "I should have asked-"

Leia melted into Taylor's embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla and lavender that always clung to her girlfriend's skin. The tension that had been building in her chest for days began to dissipate, replaced by a bittersweet ache of longing and relief.

Georgie was right - she should have just came to speak to Taylor earlier.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry," Leia murmured into Taylor's shoulder, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of Taylor's oversized sweater. "I shouldn't have ignored your calls. I was just... frustrated."

Taylor pulled back slightly, her blue eyes searching Leia's face. The hallway light cast a soft glow on her features, highlighting the worry lines that had formed between her brows.

"Come inside," she said softly, gently tugging Leia into the apartment.

They made their way to the living room, where Olivia and Meredith, were curled up on the plush white rug. The felines raised their heads lazily, acknowledging Leia's presence with slow blinks before returning to their naps. Leia's lips twitched a little - some things never changed.

Taylor sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her oversized sweater. Leia took a seat beside her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Taylor's body but not quite touching.

"I'm so sorry, Leia," Taylor began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should have talked to you more about this whole PR relationship thing before agreeing to it. I just... I panicked. The media was getting too close, and I was afraid of losing you, of losing us."

Leia squeezed Taylor's hand, her own guilt washing over her.

"No, I'm the one who should be apologizing," Leia said, her voice thick with emotion. "I shouldn't have ignored your calls. I was just... overwhelmed. The thought of you with someone else, even if it's fake, it just..."

"Hurts," Taylor finished for her, squeezing Leia's hand gently. "I know. It hurts me too. The idea of pretending to be with Joe when all I want is to shout from the rooftops that I'm in love with you... it's killing me, Leia."

Leia wanted to tell Taylor that it didn't have to be this way. There wouldn't be this need for hurt if Taylor was just happy enough with Leia to tell the world about them... Leia pushed the thought away. It wasn't just happiness that was stopping Taylor from coming out - it was a lot more than just Leia and she had to keep reminding herself of that.

"I hate that we have to do this," Leia whispered, her voice barely audible. "I hate that I have to share you, even if it's just for show. I hate that I can't hold your hand in public or kiss you when we're out together."

"I hate it too," Taylor murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

"I know," Leia whispered. "It's just... hard. Seeing you with someone else, even if it's pretend. And now with Riven setting me up with Zaria..."

Taylor stiffened slightly at the mention of Zaria's name. She pulled back, her blue eyes searching Leia's face. Leia couldn't quite pinpoint the look in her eyes - was it jealousy? Insecurity? She wasn't sure.

"Zaria? As in Zaria Aguta?" Taylor's voice held a note of surprise. "The actress that's starring alongside Joe?"

"Yeah, that's her. Riven thinks it's a good match since she's working a lot with Joe. It'll make it look even less romantic if we get caught hanging out since..." Leia trailed off as she noticed the look on Taylor's face. "What?"

Taylor's lips pressed into a thin line for a moment before she schooled her features into a neutral expression. Leia caught it though, and couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction mixed with annoyance.

"She's... very talented," Taylor said carefully, her fingers absently playing with a strand of Leia's auburn hair. "And beautiful."

"Tay, you know it doesn't mean anything. It's just for show, just like you and Joe," Leia sighed, moving slightly back and letting Taylor's hand drop from her face. "Do I need to remind you that this was your decision, in the first place?"

"I know, I know," Taylor sighed, leaning back against the couch. "It's just... this whole situation is so messed up. We're both pretending to be with other people when all we want is to be with each other."

Leia stood up abruptly, her frustration bubbling over. She paced the length of Taylor's luxurious living room, her eyes taking in the carefully curated decor that spoke of Taylor's impeccable taste. 

The plush white rug beneath her feet, the sleek modern art adorning the walls, the gleaming grand piano in the corner - it all seemed to mock her with its perfection, a stark contrast to the messy tangle of emotions threatening to choke her.

Taylor's perfume, usually a comforting scent, now seemed cloying and overwhelming. Leia's chest tightened, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The words she had been holding back for so long bubbled up, threatening to spill over.

"I don't want to pretend to be with Zaria, or anyone else for that matter," Leia snapped, her voice rising with each word. "I don't want to watch you play house with Joe Alwyn, smiling for the cameras and holding his hand like he means something to you."

Taylor opened her mouth to speak, but Leia held up a hand, silencing her.

"No, let me finish," she said, her blue eyes blazing with intensity. "I want to be able to hold your hand in public without worrying about who might see. I want to kiss you goodbye at the airport without having to look over my shoulder. I want to be able to tell the world how much I love you, how proud I am of you, how incredibly lucky I feel to be with you."

Leia's voice cracked on the last words, and she felt hot tears stinging her eyes. She blinked them back furiously, refusing to let them fall.

"And I know that's not possible right now," she continued, her voice softer now. "I know you're not ready to come out, and I understand why. I do, Taylor. I understand the pressure you're under, the fear of how it might affect your career, your fans, your family. You know that I didn't get that choice, and I would NEVER take that away from you."

Taylor sat frozen on the couch, her face a mask of conflicting emotions. Leia could see the struggle playing out behind her eyes - the desire to comfort, to agree, warring with the deep-seated fear that had kept her closeted for so long.

"But this... this PR relationship circus?" Leia gestured vaguely. "This wasn't my idea. This is what you wanted, what you agreed to. And if this is what it takes to keep us together, to keep you feeling safe and secure, then I'll do it. But don't for a second think that this is what I want - and don't make me feel bad for telling you that this is on you."

Leia knew she wasn't being overly fair - but none of this was fair. Taylor shouldn't have to face risking her friendships and career over their relationship, and she shouldn't feel like she had to come out to the world about her sexuality. Leia shouldn't have to hide her love, or fake date someone she isn't even remotely interested in. 

The worst part was that neither of them were wrong. 

Taylor's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she absorbed Leia's words. The room fell silent, save for the soft ticking of the antique grandfather clock in the corner. Meredith and Olivia seemed blissfully unaware of the drama in the room.

"Leia," Taylor finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to fight. Not about this, not about anything." 

Taylor crossed the room, her bare feet sinking into the soft rug with each step. She reached out, her fingers gently brushing against Leia's arm.

"This isn't fair to you. None of this is. And I hate that I'm putting you through this, that I'm not brave enough to just... be us, out in the open."

Leia's shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of her as quickly as it had come. She looked at Taylor, really looked at her, taking in the worry lines creasing her forehead, the slight tremble of her lower lip, the way her fingers twisted nervously in the hem of her sweater. In that moment, Leia saw not the megastar, not the global icon, but just Taylor - her Taylor, vulnerable and scared and so, so human.

With a deep sigh that seemed to come from her very soul, Leia closed the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around Taylor, burying her face in the crook of her neck. They stood like that for a long moment, holding each other as if their lives depended on it.

"I'm sorry," Leia murmured into Taylor's shoulder, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of her sweater. "I didn't mean to blow up like that. It's just... it's all so overwhelming sometimes."

"I know," Taylor whispered, her thumb gently tracing the curve of Leia's cheek. "It's overwhelming for me too. But we're in this together, okay? No matter what happens, no matter what we have to pretend for the cameras, it's you and me. Always."

The intensity in Taylor's gaze sent a shiver down Leia's spine. She nodded, unable to form words as the emotions swirled within her. Taylor's hand slid to the nape of Leia's neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched.

For a moment, they simply breathed each other in, the tension of their argument dissipating with each shared breath. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, their lips met.

All the tension, the frustration, the hurt of the past few days melted into something raw and primal. Leia's hands found their way into Taylor's hair, her fingers tangling in the soft blonde waves as she pulled her closer.

Taylor backed Leia up against the wall, her body pressing flush against the smaller woman's. Her hands roamed Leia's sides, tracing the curves she knew so well, before settling on her hips. She gripped tightly, as if afraid Leia might disappear if she let go.

Their kisses grew more heated, more desperate. Leia nipped at Taylor's lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp that sent shivers down her spine. Taylor retaliated by trailing kisses along Leia's jawline, down to the sensitive spot just below her ear. Leia's breath hitched as Taylor's teeth grazed her earlobe.

"I love you," Taylor murmured against Leia's skin, her voice husky with desire. "Only you. Always you."

Leia's response was lost in another searing kiss. Her hands slipped under Taylor's sweater, fingertips tracing patterns on the warm skin of her back. Taylor arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

They stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. By the time they fell onto the plush king-sized bed, they were both breathless and flushed. Taylor hovered over Leia, her hair falling like a golden curtain around them. 

For a moment, they simply gazed at each other, both slightly breathless. Taylor's blue eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from their kisses. Leia's were bright, eyes searching for something that she knew she'd always find in Taylor.

"I'm yours," Leia whispered. "Only yours."

____

March flew by in the blink of an eye. 

They spent as much of it as possible in their little bubble, knowing that soon their moments would be limited. Between Leia's tour rehearsals starting in April, their fake PR relationships beginning almost immediately after and the various events that Leia was attending to continue with the hype from her album, they were soon to see each other a lot less.

When April did roll around, Taylor told Leia that she was going to spend some time in Nashville.

"It's not forever," Taylor told her on the phone, calling Leia to let her know that she was extending her trip. "I just... I forgot how much I missed it here. Being around my mom and going back to the old studio to record - it feels good, Leia. Really good."

Who was Leia to argue with that? Taylor had been slipping quicker and quicker into a depressive state and Leia wasn't sure how to combat it. It was clear that being in New York and having that constant paranoia feeling wasn't helpful Taylor but Leia couldn't just leave and follow her to Nashville - her tour rehearsals were important too.

They'd finally all finished their PR relationship negotiations. Tree and Riven had had all parties sign the necessary paperwork - all pen to paper and not digital in any sense. They had no intention of this ever being public, and they didn't want to risk a hack or leak. Only those who needed to know - which had meant a lot more people on Leia and Taylor's side had to sign NDAs than Joe and Zaria.

Tree and Riven had branched off after that, both planning separate things for their clients. Tree was planning on soft launching Taylor and Joe by dropping a few articles that suggested they had been 'hanging out' on the down low, before being 'caught' together by paparazzi in a month or so.

Riven was a lot bolder, knowing that Leia needed to ride the publicity before her tour even started. Leia and Zaria were going to go on a walk in Central Park and he was going to ensure that the paparazzi were tipped off. They'd hold hands, flirt a little, maybe even share a little picnic on the grass... over the top PDA without the actual kissing.

Taylor was a lot less keen on that but Leia reminded her that this was her choice. If Leia was to be in the public eye, then so was her PR relationship. 

Zaria would attend a few shows while Leia was touring. They'd already strategically added her name to certain dates on the list - ones that would line up with Zaria's own press schedule for her latest project. Besides, that was what Joe and her would get from this - publicity.

Taylor and Leia got to stay private, while the other two would get the benefits of their fame. Altruism, Riven noted.

Mid-April arrived with a burst of spring warmth, painting Central Park in a riot of colors. Cherry blossoms dotted the landscape with delicate pink petals, while daffodils and tulips added splashes of yellow and red to the awakening green grass. The air hummed with the buzz of bees and the cheerful chirping of birds, New York City welcoming the change of seasons.

A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil and freshly cut grass. Leia inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves as she and Zaria strolled along the winding path, their fingers loosely intertwined.

Her hands were soft, but they weren't Taylor's. And that's all Leia needed to know.

Zaria looked effortlessly chic in a flowing maxi dress, its vibrant floral pattern a stark contrast to Leia's more subdued outfit of high-waisted jeans and a cropped sweater. As they walked, Leia couldn't help but marvel at how natural Zaria made everything seem. Her laugh was melodic and genuine, her gestures graceful and unforced. If Leia didn't know better, she might have believed this was a real date.

Actors, Leia thought. Riven and Tree were right - actors were a good choice.

"So, tell me more about your music," Zaria prompted, her warm brown eyes twinkling with genuine interest. "I've been listening to your album non-stop, but I'd love to hear about your creative process."

Leia felt herself relaxing slightly, grateful for Zaria's efforts to keep the conversation flowing naturally. As they walked, Leia was acutely aware of the occasional flash of a camera in her peripheral vision. Riven had warned her about the paparazzi's presence, but she was still surprised by how unobtrusive they managed to be. It was almost easy to forget they were there, watching and documenting every move.

"Well, it's different for every song really. Sometimes the lyrics come first, other times it's a melody that gets stuck in my head. But for this album, a lot of it was inspired by..."

She trailed off, realising she had been about to say Taylor. Leia quickly course-corrected, although she knew that Zaria was aware exactly who she was alluding to. 

As they continued their "date," Leia found herself genuinely enjoying Zaria's company. The actress was witty and kind, with a sharp intellect that kept Leia on her toes. By the time they said their goodbyes, exchanging a lingering hug for the benefit of the cameras, Leia felt a mix of relief and guilt.

Relief that the "date" had gone smoothly, and guilt because part of her had actually enjoyed it more than she expected. As she watched Zaria's retreating form, Leia pulled out her phone, her fingers hovering over Taylor's name in her contacts.

She never pressed call.

____

"I miss you," Taylor admitted, later that month. They were now three weeks into April and Taylor was still hiding away in Nashville with her family. Leia called her often, but it seemed the singer was either dodging her calls or in the studio - maybe both.

Leia's heart clenched at Taylor's words, a mix of longing and frustration washing over her. She paced the length of her small New York apartment, phone pressed tightly to her ear.

"I miss you too, Tay," she replied softly. "When are you coming back?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, filled only by the sound of Taylor's gentle breathing. Leia could almost picture her, curled up on her childhood bed in Nashville, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger as she often did when she was deep in thought.

"I'm not sure," Taylor finally admitted. "Being here, it's... it's been good for me, Lei. I've been writing again, really writing. And Mom's been amazing, helping me sort through some stuff."

Leia's stomach twisted. She knew Taylor had been struggling lately, but hearing her talk about 'sorting through stuff' with her mom instead of talking about things with her... it hurt more than she wanted to admit.

She understood that Taylor's relationship with her mother was special, irreplaceable. But it didn't stop the ache of feeling like she wasn't enough, like there were parts of Taylor she couldn't reach.

"I just..." Leia began, then stopped, taking a deep breath. "I wish I could be there with you. To help you through whatever you're going through."

Leia closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She sank onto her couch, Tate immediately sensing her distress and resting his head on her lap.

"I know, I know," Taylor said quickly. "It's just... complicated."

Another pause. 

"How was your date with Zaria?"

The question caught Leia off guard. She hadn't mentioned the Central Park outing to Taylor, not wanting to upset her.

"It wasn't a real date," she said quickly. "You know that."

"I know, I know," Taylor sighed. "I saw the pictures online. You two looked... comfortable together."

Leia closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Taylor, please don't do this. It was all for show, just like we agreed."

"I'm not doing anything," Taylor protested, but Leia could hear the tension in her voice. "I just... I wish I could be there with you instead."

"Then come back," Leia said, unable to keep the plea out of her voice. "Come home."

The silence that followed was deafening. Leia held her breath, waiting for Taylor's response.

"I can't," Taylor finally whispered. "Not yet. I'm sorry, Leia. I just need more time. I'm working on some new songs and it's just... flowing better here. Away from everything."

Away from me, Leia thought. She felt her heart sink, a familiar ache settling in her chest. She stroked Tate's soft fur, drawing comfort from his steady presence.

"I should go," Leia said, suddenly feeling drained. "I have an early rehearsal tomorrow."

"Okay," Taylor said, a note of disappointment in her voice. "I love you, Leia. More than anything."

"I love you too," Leia whispered, ending the call before the tears threatening to fall could betray her voice.

She sat in the silence of her apartment, Tate's steady breathing the only sound. The walls seemed to close in around her, the space feeling emptier than ever without Taylor's presence. With a deep sigh, Leia stood up and grabbed her jacket. She needed to get out, to clear her head.

As she stepped out into the bustling New York street, she tapped at her phone screen before googling her name with a small sigh. The results popped up quickly and she understood why Taylor had been so quick to know about her PR date. It was everywhere.

'Leia Hudson steps out on romantic date with Zaria Aguta amidst Taylor Swift romance rumours.'

'Sorry Laylor fans - it seems Leia Hudson is taken, and not by T Swift.'

'TAYLOR'S BRIT ON THE SLY - Taylor Swift has secret Brit actor boyfriend Joe Alwyn and the pair have been dating for months.'

By the end of April, no one was talking about Leia and Taylor as a couple.