When Fame Hits Ya( 1D)

When Fame Hits Ya( 1D)

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Complete Mon, Oct 22, 20123h 6m

Getting London as my destination for vacation had to be the worst thing ever! That's what I thought when I was walking down the streets of London grocery shopping, but it wasn't. It had to be the best thing that's ever happened to me. If I didn't go to London I wouldn't have met them. If I didn't go I wouldn't had been able to start my career. If I didn't go, I wouldn't have the awesome screwed up life I have, but if I didn't go....I wouldn't be ripped up in a million pieces for all my fans to see. I'm Suzy, and this is my story, about what happens when I meet 1D and the fame hits ya. ( WARNING: EVERYTHING IN HERE IS FALSE!!!!...... Well mostly everything)

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