Fake It (Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

Fake It (Hunter Hayes Fanfic)

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Rosalie Stevens is your typical girl with dreams of becoming an actress. When her agent finds her the job that could set her career at the top, she didn't think it'd be a major role. Or in other words, the fake girlfriend of Hunter Hayes. Hunter doesn't want anything to do with Rosalie, and believes he isn't suffering from rage and depression. Will Rosalie be able to calm him down and start something new? Or will time run out for the both of them?
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