The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Seventy Four

Isaac POV;

I hadn't seen Katie for a couple of weeks now, and when I have she's closed the curtains on me. I didn't know exactly what I was allowed to do now.

According to magazines, Katie was some sort of wannabe girlfriend of mine. And from what I heard from the snooping Andy going through all of our mail, Katie had been getting some hate mail for it as well. I stared at my ceiling as my pen continued to spin in my hand, oddly enough all my inspiration was flowing through me now when I wasn't thinking or when I didn't even need them.

I slipped on my headphones and forced myself block everything out to simply sleep.

Liam had told me there were stories about Katie even falling from the balcony, some people are even claiming it to be attempted suicide. Booker had to start driving Adam to school because someone tried to question him once.

And Katie won't admit it, but I felt like the whole situation was my fault.

That damn reporter had the nerve to actually start the whole Katie in the papers thing, apparently while he was attempting to suck her dry for information from me, about how I had kissed her.

My manager was being a dickhead, he blamed Katie for the bad publicity I was having, which had led my album to come out a little later than expected. Making the sales being forced to pause until the bad publicity for me went down to the average. I didn't suspect it to be long, according to Alex someone else was bound to make a headline thing sooner or later that was bigger than me kissing a gir.

I snatched the headphones off my head and threw them across the room.

For Christ's sake...

This is all my fault...

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Katie POV:

Nobody would help me pack up my things.

It's not like I had much of a choice anymore.

My money had officially run out.

The doctors said I should be able to walk now, everybody says that I can, that I'm strong enough to and that they've seen me stand and all that crap.

And I had, I had manage to stand and if I badly wanted to I could've beat half the guys in an arm wrestle with how much upper body strength I've had to work on. Andy had been squashing the payments I've had to give him, but I hadn't actually paid rent in several months now.

I had missed my school formal because of my wheelchair bound situation, and even if I did bring up the nerve to actually go, Marvin dumped me as a date. Sent via text message the coward.

It was hard to fold my sheets while I was forced to sit down and lean forwards, my back still hurt, more the muscles more than the actual fractured area.