Coral (H.S.)

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"I hate you." He looked at me straight in the eyes, anger showing through that stare.

I gritted my teeth, trying to be civil. "At least, while we're stuck together, we can make this work."
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PR stunt. Everyone knows it. I know it. Their fans know it. The used-to-be Disney Chanel girl, who eventually became pop singer and after that, a Model. It's just too awful to be true; this brown-haired model dating their precious idol.

And who is it? Harry Styles. Correct, I have to date Harry Styles. Management sends me on that hideous trip to go skiing, interact with the fans, and be the pretend girlfriend of this snobby rich kid. Well, okay. Now, maybe not that rich and not that snobby. In fact, a regular kid with a crazy life like me.

It's torture; the rest of his buddies know me as a player, just like ever other PR stunt celebrity. Except I'm different. I'm nice to the fans, I actually cry myself to sleep every night, and I get hurt by those names they call me. Yes. I'm different, in more ways then management knows me.

We are r.e.a.l.