It's the age old story of friends to lovers but exactly how long until these friends turn to lovers?
Cash and Harry are trapped inside of the same spinning wheel of fame, music, and success and with nothing short of overbooked schedules and thousan...
hey everyone! I've just added this in the author's notes at the beginning titled "hiii". This story will contain mature themes & content that include but are not limited to: sex, alcohol, drug abuse, physical & verbal abuse. i understand these are very triggering topics and your overall health and wellbeing is more important to me than you reading my story, so if it is too much for you please stop reading. please know you can always message me if you need to talk or vent. tpwk. much love, ren.
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The police were no closer to solving who broke into my apartment. I had been staying with Harry for the past week and things were okay. We had yet to mention or talk about his kissing whoever it was in London. The more I thought about the dream of me and Harry kissing the more I couldn't tell if it was real or just me wanting it to be real.
He was busy this past week, plenty of radio appearances and photoshoots that occupied his time. I went back into the studio and even went to the police station to go over the case.
There was something I hadn't told anyone, the songs that were stolen were written almost 5 years ago after my 6 month relationship with Jared James. He was a country singer in Nashville trying to get his big break. My relationship with Jared was something I did not talk about. The only thing I mentioned to people was that he cheated on me. The truth behind our relationship was much more daunting. The beginning of our relationship was amazing, the first month was the honeymoon phase, constantly together and all over each other. Jared and I had been friends so a few months before we actually got together and he was always so sweet and nice. The second month into our relationship things gradually shifted. I think he was becoming jealous that my music career was at such a great place while he was still playing dive bars on the outskirts of Nashville.
"Babe are you ready?" He asked knocking lightly on the bathroom door.
"Almost." I finished curling the last piece of hair before spraying hairspray and touching up my lipstick. I felt really beautiful and sexy. I was wearing ripped blue jeans that hugged my skin perfectly, cheetah print heals, and a lace body suit that accented my tanned skin and showed off my tattoo. My loose waves fell down to the middle of my back. I clasped my cross necklace together before walking out of the bathroom.
"What are you wearing?" Jared asked me with a sour look on his face. I pushed away the hurt and smiled.
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"Don't you think I look good?" I asked slightly offended.
"Of course, but it's a bit much, don't you think? What about that sweater I bought you?"
Looking back I should have told him to go fuck himself but at the time I just nodded my head and switched into a sweater.
Then, I had a writing session with Thomas Rhett one day. Thomas, his wife Lauren, and I were good friends and they invited me over one day. Jared and I were practically living together at this point, he was just always at my house. It became really suffocating, he never left me alone.
