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Esme Opel a singer starting out in LA runs into one of the most famous singers in the world Harry Styles, he meets her and instantly likes her personality, little do they know they work at the same studio, they help each other with songs...
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Esme
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I can't expect to sit and wait around to die
For the rest of my life
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Harry just opened the door to pizza and I'm starving I haven't eaten all day which is a bad thing I know but it's hard for me to eat breakfast. I smell the pizza as Harry walks towards his kitchen I'm assuming and I follow behind him slowly since I got up to fast because I heard the doorbell and now my ribs are in a lot of pain
he opens the box and half of it is my plain cheese, I've always like simple things in everything I look over to Harry's half and I see what looks like black olives, green peppers, bacon, and maybe mushrooms? he takes a piece and starts to chow down, I grab one and I take a bite groaning, it's very very good, I see Harry's eyes drift to me and he lets his eyes wander on me for longer than I expected but I was okay with it
I see him take a bite and he throws his head back and groans copying me, I let out a laugh and he smirks, "Is it good?" I ask him and he nods taking another bite, "you?" I hear him ask and I nod taking a bite once more, "water alright?" he asks and I nod, I see him walk to one of his many cabinets and he fills them up and slides one over to me, he takes a sip and when I grab my cup my phone starts to ring
I look down at the table seeing my phone light up and my stomach drops, Victoria also known as mommy dearest
I take the phone and I see Harry's eyes flash on mine, I walk away from him and I walk to the wall thats in between the living room and the kitchen, I face the swing from earlier and I answer the phone, "hello" I answer trying to not sound scared, I really don't like my mother if you couldn't tell
"Hello Esme, we haven't talked in a month or so, calling to see if you fucked up yet" I hear her motherly cold tone and I look down, "um no I haven't fucked up yet, I was in the hospital a couple of days ago though" I shrug and she scoffs, "and for what?" I hear her cold tone ring through the phone and I debate on whether to tell her or not, "my ex boyfriend" I mumble and I feel my stomach twist, "well what did you do?" she asks and I feel myself starting to feel sick, "I-I didn't do anything he fucking beat me up" I snap and she laughs, "well he wouldn't of beat you up for no reason Essie" I hear her smirk through the phone and I want to smash it
"what do you want" I ask her and she scoffs, "don't talk to me like that" she raises her stern voice and I feel tears brim at my eyes out of frustration, I was never able to have a conversation with her my whole life, she was never supportive of me and it only got worse when my dad died
"I was just checking in, we are you coming to visit?" she asks acting all sweet again, I can't deal with her mood swings, I've never been able to she switches too fast for me to keep up
