I wake up at around 8am to the sound of my phone vibrating hysterically. I stir awake and lazily grab my phone. Ughh, i forgot to turn the brightness down. Though it wasn't the brightness that was blinding me. It was the words.
"Is it true? @AdelaineRose"
"Such an attention seeker @AdelaineRose"
"You're obviously using @NewHopeClub for their money! @AdelaineRose"
What am i 'attention seeking' about? I don't understa-
Those girls. They listened into the conversation. They spread the word between their friends. Now everyone knows. Everyone knows.
"Everyone knows what my love?"
I said it aloud. It was supposed to be a thought and nothing more. He heard me. What do i say? 'Oh, everyone knows about my cancer and doesn't believe it's true' no. It will tear him apart knowing that his fans have turned against me once again, i've practically only just been accepted.
"Log onto my twitter." I turn over and bury my head in the pillow.
'how disrespectful can you get! Lying about cancer! who do you think you are?!' was all i could hear. I can't go out in public. What if someone sees me and hurts me - or even worse, hurts Blake?
"We leave for France in 5 hours, we can let it die down" Blake suggests, breaking me from my prison of thoughts.
"You leave for your world tour next month. You're going to be away for 3 months, and i can't visit you now incase the fans say something about me"
"Of course you can come, they can't stop you, i won't let them. I'll protect you, i promise. Just please don't give up" his face is breaking my heart, i despise letting him down.
"My last option would be to tell them but i guess all they want is gossip about me. i'll give them what they want"
"You're going to tell them?"
"I have no choice Blake. if i don't confront them then it will only get worse"
"Think of what is best for you, not them" he kisses my forehead lightly ans climbs out of bed - leaving me to make my own decision. This is what i love about him, he never forces an opinion onto me, he leaves me to make a decision for myself.
I decide to tweet it at first to see their reaction then i'll prove it to them on tour.
@AdelaineRose : The rumours are true. I have bone cancer. I found out a few weeks ago and i didnt want to tell you but i guess our conversation was overheard. I don't need to give "evidence" as i didnt want you to know in the first place because i was scared of this happening. Thank you to those who will support me, x
I turn my phone off and lead myself to the kitchen to find Blake making himself a cup of tea.
I trudge up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, my head resting in his back.
"Want one too?" I nod. I let go and jump up onto the counter.
"Can i?" I look down at his phone.
"Sure" i pick it up and unlock it. He is still getting hundreds of tweet. #BlakeDeservesBetter . This is all being blown out of proportion. I gave them what they wanted and then they progress onto this. And it's trending at number 10 in the UK. Fabulous. Despite my resistance, i read the tweets. Most of them are people stating that the hashtag is pathetic and it should be deleted because i 'don't deserve the hate' but it's the minority that seems so stand out as though it has been highlighted. I go through his DM's and notice one of the groupchats named : Blake Is Our Pudding and i read through their messages. They're supportive of me and they are saying how they should make a # to counteract the one currently trending. Before i could type anything, they begin to fangirl. I forgot they can see who reads their messages.
Blake Richardson: Girls, it's not Blake, it's Adelaine. I'm on his twitter because i've turned my phone off and left it in our bedroom. Don't go through the trouble of trying to erase the hashtag. Thankyou for the support, it really does help me. I'll be telling Blake about this chat and i'll make sure he sends in a VM, a DM and i'll make sure he becomes active in here, i promise x
They fangirl even more and i follow each of them. They then add me into the chat personally. I love speaking to Blake's fans. The supportive fans that is.
"Baby," Blake looks up at me from his cup, "the fans will know that we're going to the airport"
"They won't say anything, you can go board the plane immediately alongside Katie and us boys will see to the fans"
"If any of them ask, don't be afraid to tell face them now i've tweeted about it"
"I'll walk away if they become malicious"
"Thankyou" he pulls me in and kisses my forehead. "Now, we need to get your case sorted. One white tee won't be enough for a week in France i'm afraid" i grab his hand and escort him upstairs.
I watch as Blake hauls our cases downstairs. Just as he gets to the bottom, the doorbell rings.
I wonder over to open the door and reveal a lovesick couple and a very tired-looking George. I invite them inside and beckon Blake to come over.
"Now, i've booked a taxi which will arrive in around half an hour, how about a checklist of what we need?" I suggest as to which they all nod in agreement.
I begin to word-vomit a list of things we need.
"Chargers?"
"Yes"
"Clothes to last a week?"
"Yes"
"Shoes?"
"Yes"
"Guitars - as you're filming your cover tomorrow?"
I get a "Yes" from Blake and Reece. I look towards George and the colour in his face drains. I glance a Reece who has his head in the hands and Blake bursts into laughter. Of course it had to be George.
"George, don't worry. I'll take you Guitar shopping when we get there" i can't help but giggle.
