Orchestrated Love [L.S.]

Being a model in LA is a hard job. Being a beard for a famous pop star in LA is even harder.

Violet Jones doesn't expect her life to get more complicated, until she's unexpectedly dragged into a world of lies, contracts, management, and love. Can she do her job and stick to her contract, or will she do the impossible, and orchestrate the greatest love story in the music industry?
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I can't bring myself to say his name. "He was everything to me. We were so good together. But I fucked it all up." I say quietly, bitterly.

"Harry?" she whispers, and I think my heart might shatter just hearing it said out loud. I stare at her for a moment, then nod slowly.

She sighs, and before I can react she's pulling me into a hug, wrapping her arms around my torso and holding me tight to her tiny frame. I wrap my arms around her, not remembering the last time I received a hug from someone who wasn't a fan.

She whispers quietly in my ear, as though if she speaks too loud I might break, and maybe she's right. "Louis, I don't know what happened, and I may never know, but I hope you know that you're not alone, and I'm sure whatever you did can be forgiven."

I shake my head as best I can with it slotted against her shoulder. "He won't forgive me, Violet. He hates me. He told me he hates me." I can't keep it in. I start to cry. The only person I've told about this is my mum, and she's gone, too.