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chapter forty four

IS ANYONE GONNA TALK ABOUT SAM SMITH AND BRANDON FLYNN??????? IDC IF ITS NOT OFFICIAL I SHIP IT SO HARD FUCK

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Brad

Since it's late, for me anyway, I quickly FaceTime Maddie before I go to sleep. Gosh I've missed her voice - I missed everything about her.

"Pip no!" I heard as the connection was found. I can see Pip chewing what looked like one of Maddie's tops - not a wise choice, Pip.

"Look what she did!" Maddie whined holding up a now chewed up black and white top. I shook my head.

"Pip!" I shouted through the phone. I heard Pip barking in the background, she doesn't even sound like a puppy anymore let alone look like one.

"So, how are you? You doing alright?" I asked as Maddie reappeared on the screen.

She hesitated before answering. Weird.

"I'm alright I guess, I just miss you.." She pouted.

I can tell she's lying. She's playing with her rings - she does that when she's nervous or if she can't make direct eye contact with someone.

"I miss you too!" I whined back with a little pout on my face.

Madison

"So, how are you? You doing alright?" Brad asked as I looked down at my horrible, pale hands. They look disgustingly veiny and white.

"I'm alright I guess, I just miss you.." Brad stayed silent for a few seconds.

Shit.

He knows something is wrong.

I start to panic. He can't know. There's no way he knows. It's only Ana who knows other than me - she would never tell anyone. I know she wouldn't, she's not like that.

"I miss you too!" Brad pouted his lips and huffed. A sigh of relief left my mouth silently, thank goodness he doesn't know anything - I just hope this guilty feeling goes away.

We stayed on FaceTime for another hour since Brad had to sleep because he has an early start the next morning, I let him go and started to think what I'm going to do.

I can't tell Brad because, obviously, he's on tour! I can't ruin that for him.

But, I can't keep it a secret for long either. The bump is going to start showing, the media will write about it and Brad will find out, the fans will find out.

I can't focus!

After a fight in my head of not knowing what to do, an idea pops into my head.

I know exactly who to talk to.

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I pull up outside the decent sized house. The light is on in the living room and in the kitchen, so I know someone is home. I'm just hoping it's the one person I want to talk to - otherwise, I don't know what I'll do.

I nervously get out of the car and take a deep breath, closing the car door and locking it behind me. I take a slow, shaky walk up the driveway until I arrive at the door.

My nerves start to jump all over again. I feel like I'm going to throw up with the amount of nervousness I'm feeling right now.