Fake as F*ck ~ H.S

-Prologue-

"Serenity! Serenity June!" a young man shouted as he pointed his camera towards the popular actress as she emerged from the hotel lobby, "Had a good night, did we? Who was it this time?"

"Fuck off," she replied as she swept her hair out of her eyes and walked right past him, "don't point that fucking camera at me."

"Aww, come on! Serenity!" The man pleaded with her as more men with cameras began to surround her, "Give us a bit of juice, love!"

"Get away from me!" She shielded her face from the lens and began to walk faster, "It's none of your fucking business! Just leave me alone!"

"We're just tryna do our job!" Another paparazzi chimed in, "Come on, Serenity, fill us in! Was it a man from a bar? From a club? Or an old flame, maybe?"

He moved closer to her and pointed his camera right at her face, and she screamed out in frustration before she snatched the camera right out of his hands and threw it to the ground – making him jump back in alarm and causing the original cameraman to exclaim in surprise.

"Holy shit!" He called out, "We just caught that shit on camera!"

"Oi!" The man who lost his camera narrowed his eyes at her, "It cost me a whole salary to buy that camera!"

"Then fuck off before I break another one!" The actress yelled.

"Nah, nah – you need to pay me back for that camera," the man argued angrily.

At his words, her face immediately hardened before she suddenly raised her hand and slapped the man hard across his right cheek – almost knocking him to the ground since it came so unexpectedly.

"Fuck!" The first paparazzi swore under his breath as he continued to film the whole thing.

"How's that for payback, you asshole?!" She demanded, "Get the hell out of my way! I don't owe you shit!"

"Come on, lads," the first man finally decided to shut down the situation before it escalated even further, "let's bounce. Just forget the camera."

He finally switched off his camera, and the video ended.

"Jesus Christ," Jeffery muttered in disbelief, "you really weren't kidding, Gary. This video is really bad."

"Tell me about it," Gary sighed deeply and rested his head in his hand as he closed down the website that his client's video had been plastered all over, "it's gone viral, Jeff. Completely viral on every single platform; YouTube, Twitter, Instagram...fuck, even on TikTok. This bloody video is everywhere."

"What are Alina's fans saying?" Jeffery asked him.

"It's split right down the middle, pretty much. A lot of her fans are being really supportive, but a lot of them are also saying she's got major anger issues, she overreacted...and the parents of her younger fans definitely aren't happy, either. They keep saying they don't want their kids looking up to somebody who acts like this. And the company those paparazzi represented reported Alina to me, as well. We had to pay them a compensation for that camera she broke," Gary shook his head hopelessly, "I don't know what to do anymore, Jeffrey. Alina's been acting up like this almost all the time, now. I don't even know where she is half the time."

"Oh, mate, I'm in the same boat – believe me," Jeffrey sighed, "did you see the latest articles that were posted about Harry?"

"Harry?" Gary's brows furrowed, "Nope...no idea. What happened with him?"

Jeffrey rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. "Just wait and see."

He tapped at his screen for a few moments before turning his phone around to show Gary. And as soon as he read what was the screen, his eyes widened.