Rumors

Prolouge

Dedicated to the girl made of stardust.

I'm Cara Hastings. I'm a singer. I'm not very big yet, but I'm getting there. I love singing, and that's what I'll always do. I honestly can't imagine doing anything else. Ever since I was a little girl I always dreamed of being a singer. I used to dance around the living room singing spice girls and my parents always loved it. I always loved it.

Lately there's been a lot of rumors circling around about the relationship between Harry and I. To say that it was real or fake would be easy, but it was much more complicated than that. So I'm going to tell you my story, my version of events. How I got to where I am today. It's time that the truth came out...

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I woke up to my phone buzzing. It was a text from my friend. We're going out tonight. It's been a while since I've had a night out with my friends. I'm not too social. Never one to flock to parties or clubs.

I went to the bathroom to get ready. I turned on the shower, and waited for it to warm up. I took off my clothes, and put them in the dirty clothes basket. I walked to the shower, and put my hand under the water to see if it was warm enough. It was just right. I stepped into the shower, and closed the sliding door. I thought about everything that could happen tonight as I took a shower. Overthinking in the shower is what I do best.

I got out of the shower, and wrapped myself up in a towel. I walked over to the sink, and saw there was a missed call on my phone. It was from my manager. I put it on speaker, and listened. "I need you to get to my office as soon as you can. It's urgent," she hung up.

I got dressed as soon as I could. I was in my skinny jeans, a dress shirt, some heals, and I left my hair natural. My fans like it when I leave it like this. They say it's very street style.

I walked out the door, and drove to her office. I was sent to her office right away. It must be urgent.

"Please sit down Cara," Anne, my manager, gestured to the chair. I sat down. "I'm just going to skip the speech, and get down to business. I need you to fake date Harry Styles as a publicity stunt. You need this, and he needs to be seen with someone his own age," she told me. This can not be real.

"What?! No!" I shouted. The thought of fake dating someone is absurd. I should date for love not fame. 

"Please, you must reconsider this. You have great talent, and a very bright future. This is you're future Cara," She added.

"You mean my surrender," Giving into this is not going to end well. "I want my freedom,"

"Freedom? You lived in the gutter before all of this!" Some man interrupted. Must be Harry's manager. I was hurt by that."Now, who thinks this is a great idea?" He asked everyone. They all raised their hands. I nodded my head, and signed the papers. I felt like a clown. I sighed. Great , I'll be dating a flirtatious, self enduring, womanizing prick. What could possibly go wrong?

"Oh and you two are going out today in an hour for you to show him the town," Anne continued. Like I said 'what could possibly go wrong?'

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I know it's lame right now but please give it a chance. It'll get better.