Inner beauty

To the moon and back

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. I will prove to Zach. I will get him back.

I thought back to the last 2 weeks. Every thing had been a blur. Just boring classes everyday, trying to avoid patty's questioning. I've barely spoken to Zach. He'd been avoiding my calls and he's not been to the third space in ages as far as I know.

I jumped out of my thoughts when my phone violently buzzed.

Hey you,
Go get that biatch! Do it for Zach. He's gone back to his old ways... before he met you he was always so sad. You changed him in those few weeks, don't let go now.

I smiled at party's text. Mainly because she laid off the sarcasm for once but also because she actually cares.

I reached the hotel and checked my watch (Fashionably late just how I like it lol) and strode into the main entrance where there was a big desk painted gold and some cream sofas, on which was satan's child herself. She sat there in a white skintight dress (a bit like Kim K's) and the most enormous sunglasses that must have covered half her face. She looked like a true celebrity.
I should get her autograph lmao.
I was hit with a burst of electricity;
as Zach says: go rock that bitch!

"Cleo wenz"
"Um... no who's she?" She looked away awkwardly.
"I know it's you Cleo, its fine I don't have any cameras on me other then my phone..." I smirk.
"Who are you?"
"Guess!"
"M-my worst-"
"Nightmare" I finish her sentence "indeed it is I"
"Ugh come with me" she says quietly, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the corridor.
She took me to room 917, her hotel room, and locked the door behind her.

This is it! I have everything covered. There's even a recorder in my pocket recording every word she speaks.

"Okey, what do you want?" She sighed
"Huh?"
"What do you actually want? I mean, money, fame...?"
I looked at her in confusion.
"No... I just want my boyfriends songs back"
"Then shouldn't your boyfriend be getting them himself?"
"So your not denying it!" I grinned in satisfaction.
"Oh please, most pop artists have never written a song in their life"
"I think you'd be surprised" I said confidently, making her look away in embarrassment "listen, your not helping yourself by pretending you wrote them. sooner or later someone is going to find out and your the one that's gonna look bad, not me"
She didn't answer. She just looked away in despair. "You have no idea how hard this really is" she said finally. She just looked so...  so vulnerable. I can't help but take some pity on her in this situation.
"No, your right, I don't"
"I just don't know what to do" she stammered "I feel so bad... and now everyone is going to hate me and there's nothing I can do"
"No, that's not it" I said calmingly "it shows your human, Cleo, everybody makes mistakes"

Omg what on earth am I saying...?

"Yeah but not everybody understands that" she sniffed "if people could just hear what I'm saying now, if they could hear the real me talk like a human being"
"You know, they can..."
"How?"
I hesitantly pulled my phone from my pocket, stopping the recording and showing it to her. She sat there, with wide eyes, grinning like a cat.
"They can now"
"Your going to release it?"
"No of course not, that's your decision to make" I smiled reassuringly "I'll send it to you and you can do what you want with it"
"Thank you" she said sincerely.
I never expected this at all. I thought she would be really mean and totally deny it. It's the sort of thing that makes me want to write... maybe one day I will write my own article about celebrities or something.

"Okey I should get going" she smiled "I'm glad I met with you today"
"Yeah, me to. Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving London, going back home"

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*camera flash*
"Eeek, okey I gotta go byee" Cleo squealed and hurried away from the paparazzi in the hotel car park.
I stood there paralyses, paparazzi?
I almost forgot she was even a celebrity...

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Again sorry for the short chapter lmao.

Sawwy for bad grammar
and shite but I'm no good at English lol.

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