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"Miss Vander, Mr.Tomlinson and Mr.Styles are both here to see you", says my blonde assistant Lucie. "Lucie, tell them that I dont wish to see them", I say collecting my paperwork and packing my iPad and phone in my Marc Jacobs Bag. "You sure? They definitely seem eager to see you. Plus its Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles", she asks. Her eyes were basically bulging out of her head.

"They both broke my heart, I dont have the emotional capacity or the time to put up with them anymore. Im broken, and honestly I'm tired. I am so fucking tired of the bullshit and the problems. Every day its another issue, I just wanna focus on my work and blog. I will find a man when I am good and ready", I rant. Lucie looks down at her shoes clearly upset that I ranted about my personal life to her.

"I am definitely not telling you what to do with your love life, but if a boy traveled across the Atlantic Ocean to see me. I would at least listen to what they had to say" she replies not making eye contact with me.