Blair O'Connor was the life of every party-popular, fearless, and always the center of attention. But behind the perfect image was an abusive boyfriend who slowly stripped away the girl she used to be.
After finally breaking free, Blair transfers...
there's like another 2 bonus chapters after this but they won't be posted yet :)
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May 5th, 2010
My best friend had made it.
She was at the fucking Grammys!
Up against her own boyfriend, sure, but who cared? Either way, one of them was bringing home that award.
Blair and Patrick were both nominated for New Upcoming Artist,and Patrick had already won Songwriter of the Year earlier in the night because—let's be honest—the lad's lyrics could bring a grown man to tears.
So, like the absolute legend of a best friend that I was, I'd organized a full-blown at-home watch party. Everyone was here—our friends, family, and, of course, Barney.
Barney was a scary fucker.
Blair and Patrick's rescue cat had terrorized every living being in our friend group and managed to knock up mine and Katie's cat, Flossie. The audacity.
Still, even Barney wasn't enough to distract from the actual event of the night.
The announcer stepped forward, envelope in hand.
"And the nominations for New Upcoming Artist are—"
"Everyone shut up!"I yelled, nearly knocking over my drink in the process.
The screen showed each nominee, and finally, it panned to her.
Blair sat in her seat, looking like an absolute icon. She wore a stunning blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Elegant, sexy, powerful. The neckline was low-cut, just enough to make Twitter explode, and the skirt flowed over her legs like she was royalty.
Then the camera shifted to Patrick, looking ridiculously hot in his tailored suit, professional and yet somehow still managing to radiate rockstar chaos. Liam sat between them, his wide eyes filled with awe.
"And the winner is—"
The announcer tore open the envelope. The room held its breath.
"Blair O'Connor!"
Absolute chaos.
The house erupted into cheers. Someone—probably Gibsie—nearly knocked over a lamp. I clutched Katie's arm so hard she yelped.
On screen, Blair's face dropped in pure shock.
She stood up, still in disbelief, hugging her dad first. Liam was blinking back tears as she turned to Patrick, who grabbed her and kissed her like they were in a damn movie before she made her way to the stage.
She looked starstruck as she stepped up to the mic.
"Holy—" she caught herself, laughing. "I don't even know where to start! Jesus..."
She took a deep breath, still clearly overwhelmed.
"I wanna thank everyone who's supported me over the years—every single one of you. To my fans, both new and old, I love you. To my team, my family, my friends—Eloise, Katie, Shannon, Aofie,Lizzie, Claire, I love you guys so much. Johnny, Hughie, Joey,Gerard—" she let out a breath, eyes shining. "And my dad... I want to thank you. You've inspired me more than you'll ever know. I love you so, so much."
Patrick smiled up at her, his eyes soft, proud.
"And my boyfriend, Patrick." She grinned, looking directly at him. "Thank you for everything. I love you so much, my rockstar."
Then, she hesitated for a second before adding, voice quiet but steady—
"And my mam. I hope you're proud."
The room clapped. We clapped. Some of us cried.
And then—because Gibsie couldn't handle an emotional moment for longer than five seconds—he sighed dramatically.
