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4

"To believe in something, and not to live it, is dishonest."

― Mahatma Gandhi

Ariella

Harry hasn't texted me, not that I should care, right? We are just friends, maybe not even that. I check out my phone one last time before I get out of bed. I slip my feet into my slippers and wrap my robe around myself before walking out to my kitchen.

I look around my cupboards and fridge to find something for breakfast. I end up just having a cup of hot chocolate because I don't have enough energy to make much else. I pad my way over to the couch and turn on the television. I look through Netflix and settle on American Horror Story, simply because Evan Peters is a babe.

Luna jumps onto my lap and cuddles into my arm. "Hello, my beautiful kitty." She meows back at me. I continue to watch American Horror Story until I get interrupted by my phone buzzing. Maybe it's Harry, my conscious adds. What am I saying? Why should I care if it is Harry or not?

I check my phone and see that I have a message from Uncle Josh.

Uncle Josh: Hey Ariella, I know it's the weekend but would you be able to come in today? Just for an hour, maybe even less.

I sigh, I really don't want to. It's one of my days off. No one wants to go to work on their day off. I could possibly finish off a few seasons of American Horror Story, perhaps even spend some of the time bonding with Luna.

Ariella: Yeah, that's fine. See you in a bit.

I groan and move Luna off me. I walk to the kitchen get her cat food, putting it in her bowl. I go to my bathroom and undress myself before stepping into the shower. I scrub myself clean and wash my hair. I also brush my teeth, I always brush my teeth during my morning showers.

I hop out and blow dry my hair, then apply a light layer of make-up. I do my long golden blonde hair in a Dutch braid. I walk out of the bathroom and rummage through my closet before finding a mid-thigh flowy black dress. I lace up my white converse shoes that I absolutely adore. I walk over to Luna and pick her up, "Bye baby, see you when I get home" I kiss her forehead.

I make my way down to my car and hop in it. I plug my phone into the aux cord and play Photograph by Ed Sheeran, then I immediately drive to work. I want to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

I arrive and park my car in my usual spot before walking inside.

"Hello, Miss Ariella" The receptionist, Jane says to me has a walk in.

"Please, just call me Ella." I smile at her and make my way to Uncle Josh's office.

"Uncle Josh," I say to get his attention.

"Ariella, come sit." He gestures to the chair across from him.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask, wanting to get this conversation over with.

"Well, our rival magazine 'Global' has done an article about Naomi Partridge, you have heard of her, yes?" I nod my head yes. How could I not know who she is? She is one of the best supermodels in the world. "Anyway, they have done an article on her and Harry Styles going out to lunch together, claiming it as a date." I feel a pang of jealously hit me. Has Harry got a secret girlfriend or something? I shouldn't feel jealous or upset about this, but I do.

"So what I want you to do is make a cheating scandal." For fucksakes, Harry doesn't deserve this, "The other day when you two went on a date our team here at Glitz got some photos of you two. What I want you to do it take them photos and the ones with Naomi and make a scandal out of it, got it?"

"Yeah. Got it." I sigh.

"Look Ella, I know you don't want to do this but you have to." He says, eyes never leaving me.

"I know I have to, I just think out of all the people you could have find a person that actually deserves this," I huff in annoyance.

"It's your job Ariella, do you want to make it into Ivory or not?" His tone of voice is harsh.

"Of course I want to make it." I say, eye fixated to the floor.

"Then you have to do this." he shakes his head.

"I know, see ya boss." I say before leaving the room. I really don't want to do this to such a kind person, but I have to. My whole future depends on it.

"Bye Ella." Jane calls out to me.

"Bye." I say, brushing her off as I walk out of the building and make my way to my car. I get in and drive back home straight away.

I walk inside and kick my shoes off. I see Luna sleeping on the peacefully sleeping on the couch, she looks adorable. I walk over to my kitchen and get out some bread, ham, cheese and tomatoes so I can make some toasties. I let it cook for a bit while I look through my friend for something else to eat, I'm quite hungry. Eureka! I found half a packet of sour worms. I absolutely love sour worms. If sour worms were a person I'd marry that person and make sweet, sweet love to them every night. Or should I say sour love?

The green light on the toasty machine pops up and rush over there to get my toasty. After I have eaten it all I get out my phone and decide to text Harry first, not because I like him or anything. Strictly job related, that's all.

Ariella: Hi Harry

Ariella: It's Ariella

Harry: Hello Ariella :) x

Ariella: How was your day?

Harry: It was okay, how was yours?

Ariella: Okay

Ariella: Why did you never text me Harry?

Harry: I didn't have your number, you only had mine.

Harry: I was actually waiting for you to text me, haha x

Ariella: Omfg, I'm so sorry.

Ariella: MAYJOR BLONDE MOMENT.

I debate whether to ask him about that Naomi girl. I don't think they are anything but I just don't know. He thinks that I don't care about what the magazines make him out to be, and I don't. It is probably just people making it up to have a scandal.

I mean, that's what I am doing, isn't it?

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10-2-15

One Supermodel and the Paparazzi

Harry Styles was seen going out to dinner with famous supermodel, Naomi Partridge. I am requested to create a cheating scandal, me being the victim and of course Naomi being the one he cheats with. It's moments like these when I notice if Harry was any other normal guy and we were together, he would in fact cheat on me with a supermodel. But Harry isn't any normal guys, and Harry and I aren't together.
-Ariella

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Sorry I took so long to update so much has been happening lately and its been stressful.

My best friend 'Chicken', the other writer of this book has just moved cities recently and it really fucking sucks.

All the love guys, once again. Sorry.

- Chilli