Estelle Adler is a highly renowned actress and Hollywood starlet with a 'golden girl' reputation to maintain.
Harry Styles, a popular musician, basking in the glory of his successful debut album, hardly cares for his reputation.
But, when the two...
It's embarrassing to admit that I feel like I've been living in a bubble of elation for the past couple of days.
Ever since the observatory, I've felt like everything has fallen back into place; like the missing piece of jigsaw from my life has been found.
I guess I didn't realise how much joy Estelle bought me.
Still, we're taking things pretty slowly.
I haven't seen her, physically, since the observatory, but we've been texting a lot...and, after months of deliberation, I finally followed her on Instagram, which is the twenty-first century sign that things are serious.
I probably should have followed her months ago, but my fans know I don't use Instagram much, so not following my supposed 'girlfriend', was hardly a red flag.
While I was at it, I also un-followed Ana.
I decided that was the first step in cutting her out completely; no more bikini pics or heavily edited photos polluting my timeline – thank God.
Knowing Ana, she'll notice pretty soon due to her obsession with the app. I'm fully expecting some form of confrontation from her by the end of the week, but I'm not thinking about that yet.
I'm just thinking about Estelle.
In fact, as I sit at my dining room table, flicking through my calendar, my mind swarms with various dates that I intend to send Estelle, to see if she's free.
It's a Wednesday in late November, and I've only got a couple more weeks in LA until I fly home to see Poppy for her birthday on the fourteenth.
I guess I'm going to have to cram in all my time with her over the next few weeks, which I'm sure my team won't complain about.
In fact, Paige has been e-mailing me plenty of stunt dates and locations that I should suggest to Estelle...even though, I suppose our dates are not really 'stunts' anymore.
As I deliberate that fact, my phone buzzes from beside me.
I see the notification is from messages and in my excitement, I open the chat immediately. However, I feel slightly disappointed when I realise it's a message from Richie, not Estelle, like I expected.
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Richie's message is vague and the smallest part of me feels like ignoring it. However, against my better judgement, I decide to respond.
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