The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Georgie
     

    

      Two weeks. It's been two weeks since I have kicked Louis out. He collected most of his things without a word. Didn't even attempt to fix things. Shows how much he cares. Its probably been the hardest two weeks of my life. Scratch that. It has been the hardest.  I feel like my life is slowly crumbling to pieces. Everything I've built. Call me dramatic, but its true.

       Louis was my everything for so long. I depended on him.  Well for the most part of our relationship I did.  I don't want to even think about the process of us getting a divorce. Its gonna be a nightmare. How am I gonna break it to my mother? Shes gonna be devastated. Shes always had a soft spot for Louis ever since high school. When Louis and I first told her we had started dating she said she called it. We thought she was crazy, but after we got married we knew we were destined to be. But maybe Louis is just a snippet of my life. I try to tell myself that. Tell myself that everything that happened between us happened for a reason. That good things fall apart so better things can fall together. Maybe.

      Sighing I close my laptop for what seemed like the hundredth time. It seemed like Willow has really been on my tail ever since Louis and I split up. Everythings destined to get harder I suppose. She has been particularly pissed that I haven't booked any shoots with anyone either. No ones caught my attention and I'm just tired. I don't feel driven to take photos anymore.  The life has been drained out of me. 

      ¨Georgie!¨ Willow shouts my name. I jump in my seat, eyes closing. I've also been very jittery. What fun. I collect my things and rush to the main desk.

      ¨What can I do for you?¨ I ask. Willow looks me up and down, a scowl on her face. 

      ¨You look terrible, dear,¨ She scrutinizes. 

      I blow a tendril of hair out of my face, ¨Stating the obvious once again, ma'am,¨ I retort.

       ¨I don't appreciate the attitude,¨ Her lips press into a thin line, ¨I have a job for you.¨

        I give her an awaiting look, ¨Well...what is it?¨

       ¨I have a new model for you to shoot, well four,¨ She laughs.

        ¨Who?¨

        ¨One Direction,¨ She says absentmindedly. My eyes widen.

        Of course.

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      I throw my body back on my bed, wishing the comforters would swallow me whole. How is this even possible? First the concert, then finding Harrys passed out body, Coffee, now this? I would say its just a coincidence, but its far from it. The universe really isn't on my side. I thought that part of my life was over.  But he just keeps appearing every time I think it is. It makes me wonder if there's a reason to all of it. I wouldn't say Im one to believe in fate but is this what this is? What me and Harry had was very special. Maybe this is the universes way of saying we need to mend our relationship. I mean I forgive Harry. Forgive him for changing, for leaving.  That's what fame does I suppose. It's like a disease.