Frans King is a modern day popstar who lives his life on the outside as if everything were perfect. But, inside, he faces the tumult of an emotional typhoon.
His father and his record company force him to live a faux life in order to support a good...
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"What do you do when a chapter ends? Do you close the book and never read it again? Where do you go when your story's done? You can be who you want or you'll become If it all goes wrong Darling just hold on The sun goes down and it comes back up The world still turns no matter what." -Louis Tomlinson
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Frans groaned and pushed himself up as the door closed with too loud bang for his liking. He roamed the soft bed and under his pillow for his phone.
6:07am
He was going to be so late. He stumbled up, his headache getting stronger and stronger. Frans cursed under his breath as the last nights events came flooding back. There was tiny bit of guilt in his heart, but he didn't regret it as much as he though he would. After all, alcohol would be nice excuse why he said what he did.
Marvel had barged in and woken him up, ignoring Frans death glare and curse words. After that, he had left, closing the door with a tiny bit too loud bang.
Frans put on his shoes and left the room quietly. He needed aspirin, and fast. As he was sneaking down the stairs, he spotted no one, not even Marvel waiting for him. Which means, the man was probably already in the car waiting for him. And he can only imagine how annoyed and pissed Marvel was going to be.
The kitchen was spotless, looking like something out of a magazine. As he was going through the shelves to find some aspirin, a small whine startled him. The young German shepherd sat next to his eating bowl, looking up at Frans with big and shiny brown eyes. The white haired boy shook his head a little, regretting it immediately. With a small curse, he took the pills with cold water. He was still stinking but he didn't really have much time for anything.
Grabbing some dog food he gave Ozzie his breakfast, petting him between his ears softly.
As he was about to exit the kitchen, he was met with one and only, his older brother. Fredrick was just standing there calmly his hands crossed, wearing just some sweats and his morning robe. He was standing on Frans' way, which earned a glare from him.
Fredrick was only a little bit taller than Frans, yet Frans wasn't really intimated by him, oddly, Fredrick didn't even look that angry. He looked just sleepy as he walked past Frans and grabbed a mug.
"Some tea?"
He asked, brushing his fingers through his messy hair. Frans put on his jacket, ignoring Ozzie who had finished his breakfasts and almost begged for some attention.
