[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"]
Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection.
Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
What could the two idiots possibly be talking about? Well, after the break up people online had started saying I was just using One Direction for attention and clout. Seriously? As if that wasn't enough, every time I was spotted with a guy, suddenly I was labeled as a slut and I qoute "for the streets". The only thing I was doing was trying to get over Harry. I didn't notice it until months after the break-up because I had deleted my social media. Let me show a miniature of what I found...
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This one is just not true. The guy in the picture is Koa or as i call him Ko. We do hang out a lot because he literally is my security guard, bouncer at my favorite club and FRIEND.
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The comments on this one went crazy, basically calling me a slut. The best part about is the guy in the picture is one of Sam's GAY friends. I saw him and I jokingly ran into his arms in slowmotion, he played along and swung me around.
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Yeah, this one is a little harder to explain...it was another night used in the club. He was hot, I felt hot. One thing led to another and yeah...no need for details. But one thing is for sure. I'm NOT in love or at least not with him...or any of the other guys. They were just short term flings at most.
But online it got messy real quick. I mean, we're talking death threats here! Scary stuff.
The worst part? I couldn't do a thing to stop it. All I could do was ride out the storm and take the blame for stuff I didn't even do. All I wanted was a shot at a new beginning, but in the world of media, that's not an option. You mess up once, and it's game over. My reputation was done, I was officially never going to be seen as anything but a whore so if I wanted my dream to come true (becoming a producer) I had to get creative...
