OBSESSED |kian lawley fan fiction| ON HOLD

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I felt my arm being shaken, I looked up to see a concerned Rickey looking at me. "Are you good? You completely blanked out."

I shook my head. No I'm not. Not even close, I just wanted to have a good day now this is gonna ruin it.

"Something bad about me was said, and I guess personal information is being spread. A friend of mine from back home I haven't talked to in forever just texted me to check twitter. I mean if she's seen it..then it must be getting bad. " My mind raced at the endless possibilities it could be.

Rickey put his arm around me when he picked up on my worrisome behavior. "Girl, people are gonna say dumb shit don't even look at twitter, just focus on today and let that go."

I huffed. It's easy for him to say, he doesn't know what I've been dealing with for weeks. When the thought popped in my head I began to panic causing my heart to pick up speed. What if my stalker is the one behind all of this, I mean who else could it be.

"I can't just stop thinking about something like this, me ignoring it isn't gonna make it go away." I tell him agitated. Just as I go to open the Twitter app Rickey snatches the phone from my hands.

"No, as your friend I'm not gonna let you check and get all upset, just look at you already, I can tell you're freaking out and you don't even know what it is yet."

"Rickey-"

"No!"

I slouch down further into my seat, the seatbelt practically to my neck. My anxiety gets worse as we keep driving, my thoughts are going a mile a minute. Since I can't see what's going on I'm making things up in my head that might have been leaked or something was said that's absolutely not true at all, people tend to believe false information when there's enough people talking about it.

We thanked the uber driver and got out, I told Rickey I wanted to take him to this cute coffee shop i've been to a few times.

When we step inside I take a seat in my usual spot, Rickey had given me back my phone after a while, but he was making sure I didn't use it.

"I'll be right back I'm just gonna go to the bathroom really quick." I told him getting up from my seat. The second I got into the bathroom I immediately pulled out my phone that was practically burning a hole in my pocket from me wanting to check it so badly.

As I unlocked it my finger hovered over the Twitter app, just one tap and I'll know what has been unfolding. I just really hope my name isn't trending.

I didn't scroll long before I saw tweets about me.

I noticed one of my biggest supporters was tweeting at a bunch of people defending me, a small smile formed on my face. Maybe it's not that bad if people are sticking up for me, it can't be something super crazy. I clicked her profile and scrolled a bit to see what had been said about me.

inappropriate relationship.

manager.

underage.

Those words, those combination of words were in almost every tweet I saw. That wasn't supposed to get out, it was never supposed to be public. I dealt with that years ago and it's over, so why now. Why is this coming out three and a half years later.

With each tweet I read I got angrier and frustrated. I got the urge to text Kian and tell him everything but instead I slammed my phone down on the sink and started to nervously bite my nails. I was so upset that I felt like crying. This is serious and now everyone knows it. I heard someone coming so I hurriedly grabbed my phone and went into the stall closest to me. After placing the lid down I sat on the toilet and waited for the girl to get finished.

I was startled when a hand went under my stall and slid a piece of paper inside, soon after I heard foot steps walk away and the sound of the bathroom door shut. Leaving me all alone again.

Maybe she meant to give the note to someone else. But then why didn't she say anything? I thought to myself.

I carefully unfolded the paper and read the tiny print. I burst out of the bathroom back out into the coffee shop and looked around to see if anyone was walking out that looked like they were in there.

I rushed back to the table. "Did any of these people come out of the bathroom just now?" I asked Rickey as I sat down, still looking around.

"I don't really pay attention to who goes pee."

"That's not- you know what never mind." I huffed.

The bell to the shop rung and I looked up briefly and saw a girl walk in, I glanced up again when I saw a familiar face behind her, he placed a hand on her waist as he made his way in. Out of all the coffee shops in LA he just happens to come to the same one as me.

"Oh hey!" Unfortunately I didn't have enough time to hide my face so that he wouldn't notice me but it's almost as if he knew right where I was sitting. I waved back at him and he started to make his way over.

"Who's that?," Rickey asked, "he's kinda cute, I have a weakness for some nice curls."

"He's a friend of a...friend, I guess." I told him.

"Sup, how's it goin?" He greeted stopping right next to our table.

"Pretty good, you?"

"I'm doin' alright, this is my girlfriend Lexi by the way." He motions to the girl standing beside him.

We both say hi to each other and I introduce him to Rickey.

"Jc? Is that short for something?" Rickey asked him.

"Yeah my name is actually Justin but literally nobody calls me that, but uh anyways I'll leave you two alone, just wanted to say hey."

Rickey leaned in looking passed me, watching Jc as he walked away, "how come you never told me about him, any other fine friends of yours I should meet?"

I rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder for him to sit back. "First of all he has a girlfriend and also, I only saw him a few times, I know absolutely nothing about him, only that he lives with another friend of mine, I wouldn't even really call the guy he lives with a friend either but..it's complicated."