Cut! - Maja Diana

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Reads 1,824,604
Votes 65,393
Parts 100
Time 13h 7m

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.
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    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.All Rights Reserved

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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.

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