Cutfanfic cerita

Always read the fine print. Camilla Hanson has had enough excitement to last a lifetime. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to pose as a celebrity, getting kidnapped and then being exposed as a fraud to the one guy she ever loved. No, when she signed a contract to keep her identity hidden, she also signed off her life. All she really wants is to further her photographing skills at Gillian's, but the celeb world has other plans. Fans demand their #Hilla, and there's no escaping it. But how do you look someone in the eye and act in love, when your heart is slowly breaking into thousand pieces at every glance? Worst of all, Harry Styles seems entirely unaffected. They're both forced to play, but who plays the best? And is it a game either one can win? This is the sequel to “Cut!”. It can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s much more fun if you read the other one first. You can find it, completed, on my profile.

Challenge Accepted, Ms. Maja! This is a response to @MajaDiana's little contest!

practicing volleyball soon turns more? catching feelings getting in the way of the game? Hinata heads not in the game as his eyes keep drifting off.. Pg13 Pictures are not mine!

H.S. Z.M. 1D. When America's Sweetheart, Ludmilla Hanson, is admitted into rehab, she asks her identical twin sister, Camilla, for a favor. She needs Cami to take her place during the shootings of a new major movie. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem for Cami—she's used to do everything her sister wants—except this is THE Movie of the year, featuring none other than Harry Styles—and he kinda makes her jittery. Follow Cami, Harry and Zayn on Set as they deal with acting, singing and crazy fans. ____________ Excerpt: Harry grabbed my arm, stopping my escape. Slowly, I turned around to face him, my eyes full of tears. “Why’d you lie, Cami?” he asked. “If that’s even your actual name.” Through my blurred vision, I looked at him. His dark curls covered his eyes, and I couldn’t see him properly. Was he mad? It felt like he was mad—the grip on my arm was tight. “Answer me,” he shouted.