Sixteen

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When Hayes arrives I hug him. He's my only friend right now. I need him to realise I appreciate that. I know, spending time with him isn't helping my case, but he says he can help me. If this is true, thank god.

He had arranged to meet with Blair in a few days after the tour officially finishes. He tells me his plan. He wants me to do a final show. The truth show. Where fans can come and hear the truth. I like it, and my parents agree as well.

I feel like I've let my sister down. She's a huge bambino and bam hate me. Great. But she understands, and it makes me feel better. "They won't for much longer." She tells me

I prepare a set list. This is goanna be sung once and once only. "There's only one show." Hayes says, "And if people like you again it doesn't have to be the last. But you've gotta make this count. It could be."

So I chose eight songs that meant something to me, and after the final song I'd tell my story. Once I'd told the story, I'd hope that the crowd believe in me once more, and will applaud me as I leave, instead of throwing tomatoes.

Blair agreed fairly easily, although it takes a while for him to do it for free, "I don't do freebies." He says, but I persist; telling him how my fans won't pay money; they all think I'm fame crazed enough. Blair listens to my story and actually believes in me. I'm glad someone does.

I choose to perform in the O2 in London, and Blair, Hayes, my parents and I prepare the stage. I rehearse, and

Hayes and I work on the site to buy the tickets (or order them- they're free) and then I tweet the link.

"Want to know the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, behind Natty's blog post? To all my fans wanting some answers, come to my free show- tickets below:" and then added the link. To my surprise, I got lots of response of people saying they'd booked, retweets, favourites and praise. It looks like this is going ahead I think, happy with myself.

Well

I didn't mind if my friends came or not. My fans, if they needed, would tweet them, tell them what was actually going on and hopefully make them see. But that wasn't what was hard

Hayes needed rewarding. I remembered our chat, about a minor YouTuber. I remember once hearing from Niamh that Lelia had gone to a meet and greet with Hayes. I knew nothing more of it. But if they were at the same place, and I think Lelia was the only Brit there, so maybe it was her?

I need to talk to her

I message her on Twitter.

"Hi."

Although I half expect her to ignore me. She's Niamh's internet best friend, she's no doubtably been told all about it, and seen the blog post. She probably hates me, especially if that was her that Hayes was on about.

So it comes as a surprise when she responds

"Hi"

"Has Niamh told you what happened and do you hate me?"

"She has and no."

"Really?"

"I hate Natty."

"Me too."

"I know what she wrote was bull because her post about Leo and his girlfriend before, and the small print about wanting to split them up. And I know you."

I wanted to reply, You don't know me. You're Niamh's Internet friend, not mine. But that won't build my case so I don't.

"You wanna help me with something?"

"Yeah sure, what is it?"

"Do you think you could buy a ticket (they're free) and come to my show? You could film a bit and put it on your YouTube channel, so Niamh might see it?"

"I'm already coming ;)"

"Thank youuuuu"

"No thank you :)"

I smile. Things might go okay. If I never win my friends back, at least I will have tried.

"Is it okay if I invite Daniel?" Hayes asks, "He wants to come."

"Whatever." I say, half listening.

There's something I need to do

I prop my camera on my desk and press record.

"Hi guys! Random video because this is very important. Okay, so for those of you who don't know, I've been on tour for the past couple of months, however I was cut from the tour early, the whole week but the last show officially, because of circumstances beyond my control. A lot of people saw mine and Hayes Grier's "couple bubble" photos around the Internet, and yeah, Hayes is goanna hate me for doing this bluntly without his consent, Hayes just don't show this to your parents, but that was fake. Hayes was a naughty boy and told his family he had a British girlfriend. Why was I his fake girlfriend? I was trying to protect my friends. But that backfired. If you wanna hear the whole story, click the link in the description to order your free tickets to the first and probably last concert of mine next Saturday." I smile, "Free because the truth shouldn't cost. I'm not here for the money. I started because I wanted to, I stayed for my fans, my friends." At that point I hang my head, "and making people happy. And I'm doing a free concert because I'm not a coward I'm not just going to do a video and leave it. And I want to do it properly. Anyway, I'll see you all whenever, click that link and enjoy your life, remember I love you."

I end it.

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"And this is my life song."

I sing "elastic heart", the words being echoed around the arena; the crowd trusting me, like I wish my friends would.

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