a story about how a fake - turned real - love affair between one very famous singer and one up and coming singer becomes a whirlwind of drama, distractions and difficulties, will they manage to escape unscathed?
find out in 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎.
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natalie atkins auckland, new zealand 8:21AM
it had been merely days since the article about shawn and camila kissing in miami came out, he hasn't stopped calling me since i ended the call on him, each time he does i press decline or i let it ring.
i wasn't ready to speak to him, i didn't want to hear the words come out of his mouth. well, i didn't want to hear any words come out his mouth - i was a mixture of sadness, anger and heartbreak all in one, i didn't know what this sensation was like, it was something i've never experienced before.
i also haven't slept since the article came out, or eaten for that matter, i simply, get up, perform and then go back to my room and don't get out, everyone tries to get me to go out but i just simply refuse.
ally has been trying to get me to eat but i just can't find the strength inside of me to even get out of bed, i completely lost the enthusiasm for performing too and i'm sure the fans noticed.
just yesterday at the q and a, a lot of fans were asking about shawn and as painful as it was to talk about him, i tried my best but i also didn't want to sound resentful towards him.
"ally-" i begin, seeing her open my bedroom door and she tuts at me, shaking her head.
"no don't even start, you're getting out of bed, today even if i have to drag you by your fingernails, you're getting out, even if it's just to the couch." she mutters, pulling the blankets off of me, the coldness immediately greeting me, making me shiver.
toulouse lifts himself up from beside me, being awoken by ally throwing the sheets on top of him and he walks out the room, probably making his way to the kitchenette to get his breakfast.
"come. on!" ally grunts, pulling me out of bed, she manages to lift me up and she grabs my hand dragging me out the room, to the living room where i sit back down on the couch, per her wishes.
everyone looks at me cautiously almost like they're watching my every move. this is what i hated about being around people when i'm upset, the same thing happened when alfie and ethan passed away, at the wake everyone would just look at me like as if they knew exactly what i was going through when half the people had no idea.
half the people at that wake barely even knew what happened, so what were they even saying sorry for anyways?
"i'm going back to my room." i mutter, getting annoyed at everyone staring at me, i lift myself up from the couch and ally pushes me back down.
"no the fuck you're not. i know you and i know what's going through your head right now and this situation can't compare to you know what." she says and i shake my head at her comment.
