" I don't wanna go to work, Kera !" I groaned as I closed my eyelids trying to get more sleep
into my jetlagged body.
" I don't think it counts as work, you just goof around all day long. Come on, energetic mode ! " She
laughed at me.
" You gotta have some bits of energy to actually be energetic. I haven't slept at all." I groaned again
emphasizing the 'bits'.
" Well, too late." Kera pointed at the studio as I felt the car stop.
" Ugh." I complained grabbing my bag. I made my way sleepily to the door that read 'Isabella.L'
I reached for my dressing room's door knob but instead I grabbed the 'Taylor.L' opposite to mine.
Here we go.
" Fucking explain why you thought it would be okay to take your friend and co-actor's boyfriend's girlfriend to the fucking red carpet as a date ? From all the the six
fucking billion people out there, Tay Swift stands out ?"
I raged as Taylor silently sat on his chair as Chelsea, make up and hair artist, combed through smirkley.
" Are you done?" He asked.
" No ! I'm anything but done ! What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you !?" I waved my hands around
in frustration.
" Look both of our managers thought it would be just a good buzz because of the Haylor break up drama.
We went as DATES. Not as a COUPLE."
" So you just loved watching me rage there, don't you ?" I couldn't help but smirk.
" Come on." Taylor hugged me.
" We good ?" He asked after he let go.
" Defiantly." I nodded.
" So much for not having any 'bits' of energy." Kera walked in air quoting with her free hand.
" Coffee !" Chelsea called out.
" Come on ! You look dead tired." She took a big gulp and continued.
" Thanks." I joked entering my dressing room.
" You know what I mean." Chelsea justified when I got comfy in my red egg chair.

" Woha ! Who's it from ?" I gestured at the gigantic looking red roses filled bouquet.
" There's a card."
I walked up feeling the red cushion brushing away and made my way to the card, brushing my fingers
on the tip flipping it open slowly.
' Missing you already. Four months and twenty-nine days to go and I'll be kissing the lips I'm missing. Just thought I'd leave a friendly reminder
of how much you mean to me.
Your pussy master,
Harry.S'
I flipped the paper shield back again letting out a chuckle. He can be so cheeky sometimes.
Who am I kidding ? All the freaking time. God I'm falling for this guy, I silently thought while
picking up the shockingly light weighing black pot. They smelled so fresh and rosy.
" We gotta get to work ! Come on." Chelsea pointed at the chair.
" Right." I zoned back in.
" So ? "
" Soooo ?" I dragged the O further signaling my confusion.
" Who's it from ?"
" Oh like you don't know all the juicy details !" I smiled.
" Styles ? I knew it ! I all along knew you two would end up together." She did a happy dance proud
of her wise knowledge while combing through my hair.
" Oh shush up." I blushed looking away.
" Blushing? ISABELLA MARIA LEWINGTON IS BLUSHING ! "
" Can you be any louder ! " I hissed.
" Sorry ! Oh and you get your make up done. Do you love me or what ?"
" Yep. So very much. Gotta go." I hugged her and wandered off to film.

" No ! No please. This. This can not be happening ! No you're laying, no." The tears rolled for the
second time this week from my dark brown eyes. Fake crying.
" How did it happen ?" I asked in confusion.
" It was an accident. They slipped off of the bridge. It's gonna be okay. It's all gonna be okay."
Taylor whispered, or Chase in the movie, pulling me in.
" No ! Nothing will be okay. This is anything but okay ! My parents are dead. They're freaking dead, Chase !
Don't you get it ? No just-" I waved my hands around, slapping his buff chest a couple of times.
" Shh." 'Chase' shushed me again placing his hand on the back of my head, slowly pulling me in
ignoring all of my protests and fake tears.
" That's it ! Great work everyone. That's a wrap." I heard the familiar clapping stating I'm done for the day.

More like done for the night. We've been filming for over ten hours. I just want my bed.
I high fived Taylor and walked off to the food table filled of all the goodies, grabbing a bottle of water for
refreshment. I drank my hard work away.
" Bell ?" Someone called out behind me. Oh fuck. I'd recognize that voice anywhere, anywhere.
" Um John ?" I choked my water down and turned around. Johnny Simmons.
Yes that guy from Perks of Being a Wallflower. Long story short, we dated, he cheated, its over.
Now my ex is talking to me.
" Wow gosh ! You. You look amazing !" He came in for a hug. Except, do I hug back ?
I don't even want to touch him. I just hope this doesn't go all over the internet. People twist the truth.
My boyfriend happens to read what those people say.