Prologue
Laura's P.O.V.
I sunk down on my knees. What is trust? What is the point of letting you guard down? It influences you weather you want it to or not. Some will be betrayed. Some will be loved. Of course, in my case, betrayal was inevitable. So now I am broken.
Niall's P.O.V.
As I lay there in bed, I pondered the day's events. The screaming. The cries of the girl I never loved. I let her words pour through my mind.
Flashback
"I.Loved.You.Niall.Horan."
She yelled after I told her the news.
"You shouldn't be a singer, you should be a freaking actor. You could have told me! I would have pretended with you! But, no. You let me fall for you and didn't give a sh*t. And do you know why? It's because, if you ever even had one, fame has taken your heart away."
"I'm trapped with no where to go. I didn't choose this. Fame captured me!". I screamed, slamming the door behind me.
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I never wanted to hurt her, but it was going to far and she had to know. I'm just a broken, captured little boy I thought as sleep finally took hold.
