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ARABELLABUCHANAN:
if you dont break up with her
im telling the media that youre
the one who cheated, not me

TARON.EGERTON:
what the fuck?!

TARON.EGERTON:
why the fuck would you
do that?!

ARABELLABUCHANAN:
simple.

ARABELLABUCHANAN:
to see whats more important
to you, her, or your
reputation and career.

TARON.EGERTON:
you are a horrible human being

TARON.EGERTON:
you do realise this is no way
to get me to get back with you
if anything, it makes me want
to stay the hell away from you

ARABELLABUCHANAN:
so im guessing you choose
me ruining ypur career then?

ARABELLABUCHANAN:
what a shame, you had so
much potential

TARON.EGERTON:
fuck you!
why can you not be happy
for me, i finally found someone
who actually loves me, and
would never hurt me. and yet, you
decide i need to end it.

TARON.EGERTON:
face it Arabella, our relationship
was toxic, you were too controlling,
and you didn't even care.

TARON.EGERTON:
cause if you had cared, you
wouldnt have cheated!

ARABELLABUCHANAN:
taron, i can explain

TARON.EGERTON:
save it.
i dont care.

TARON.EGERTON:
fuck off and leave me
and jordan alone.

TARON.EGERTON HAS BLOCKED
ARABELLABUCHANAN FROM
INSTAGRAM

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real life

"Oi, shithead, where are you?" Jordan shouted from downstairs. She was currently stood in the kitchen of her and Taron's house.

She heard the sound of footsteps, making their way to the stairs, "That's no way to greet the love of your life, Jordan."
Taron said as he appeared from around the doorframe.

"Hm, yeah, I think it is." Jordan said, laughing at the look on the man's face.

Taron walked over to the kitchen table, pulling one of the chairs out from below it, sitting down on the white furniture.
He motioned for Jordan to sit with him, she obeyed, walking to the table.

"You alright?" The girl asked her lover, taking his hand into hers.

"Yeah, just tired, darling." He said, giving her a small smile.

"Are you sure? You know you can talk to me right? You can tell me anything, Taron, I'm here for you." Jordan gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

The brown haired man looked to her, "It's Arabella."

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