That night I walked out on Harry, was the best choice I've ever made. I moved to the Philippines and became famous! My dream. I am so happy right now. My love life? Well I don't have pne. Im afraid of loving someone. Im scared, i don't want to feel the pain i had suffered all over again. Thanks Harry. Thanks. Harry, Harry Styles, I haven't heard from him ever since I left. Well just sometimes on the news, i heard he's got a girlfriend, they were on the news this morning, i didnt feel jealous, im just gonna be honest she looks like a complete slut. Her body was totally fake, too much makeup, she looked awful. A shag, Harry's just using her for sex I guess. I got snapped of my my thoughys my my phone ringing. I was sitring on my kitchen counter eating toast but got interupted by my manager calling. Damn what the fuck does he want now. "Yes" i say annoyingly through the phone "Dont start with tha attitude Young lady." I just sigh. "Ugh. What?" I say trying to seem calm. I told him i want a break, he keeps on bothering me and telling me what to do, he's trying to set me up to fake date some guys because i've been single in this past year. It feels better. I feel better. Im carefree, i dont have to be that responsible. "Hi to you to." He jokes "What do you need Carl?" I ask this time normally. "We have a dinner meeting tonight. Wear a red dress, okay? I gotta go sweety. Bye. Muah" Carls my manager and he's gay, like literally gay. Yet i love him, but sometimes he passes the line. "Okay" i replied bluntly hanging up. Ugh. I looked at the time it was 5:30 pm and im eating toast? What the... i grab my last piece and hold it in my mouth while picking my plate up to put down in the sink, i make my way to the living room to watch T.v. The news was on "One Direction arriving at the Philippines Tonight for there concert tomorrow evening" i froze. What the mother of cheese balls. One direction is coming to the Philippines. I hope Carls not putting me up in the concert to be theappetizer star guest. I grabbed my phone and quickly called Carl. After two rings he picked up "Carl! What are we doong tonight? What meeting? With who?!" I say screaming curiously down the Phone. "Its a surprise sweety." He replies on his little gay tone 'No! Tell me now. Or im not going." I say like a winner. "Fine.' He surrenders 'One Direction." Fuck. Shit. "Im not going." I say after awhile. "You have to, i just told you tho." He says like he just won a competition. "No. Im not." I say slowly. "Look Cat, you signed a contract with it saying I own your face. I can tell you what and where you are going and what to do. So yoy better get your fucking sexy ass ready at 8pm sharp in a red dress for the limo to pick you up. Got that barbie?" He ssays than hangs up. Tears threaten my eyes. Making me fall on my knees weak. Im weak. I dont want to see Harry again. Im hurt enough. I just moved the fuck on. I wont be able to handle this.

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