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               In a sense, Eleanor’s statement is correct. Preston really is quite the lifesaver. Even if Louis has come to resent that they’ve had to become attached at the hip in recent times. His phone burns in his pocket when he recalls the messages that had led to security tagging along to even the most mundane of outings. Hell, he can’t even buy cigarettes from the gas station, without having to bring Preston along these days. It’d been gruesome stuff, really. & while the text messages have long since been deleted, the comments about his mother & the threats made against his loved ones, leaves his stomach churning uncomfortably. Or perhaps that was due to his mixing of beer & liquor. Frowning momentarily, the Brit merely makes a mental note to check in on Daniel & make sure that everything with Freddie & Briana has been safe, prior to shaking his head free of any such thoughts in order to tilt his head back to glance at Preston. “ Fucking legend, Preston. ”

              It’s a distraction enough that he almost misses Eleanor’s exit ; simply catching part of her farewell & a glimpse of her back as she disappears outside. Admittedly, his relief is short lived & it’s barely minutes later that he’s searching out an excuse to head out after Eleanor. It comes in the form of Oli, as it typically does. “ Bro, reckon it’d be best if you & the girls head out first. Avoid paps n’ shit. I’ll grab a smoke & be out in a couple of minutes, ” he comments, thankful that his friend simply responds with a noncommittal shrug. The fact that the blonde takes the hint & climbs off his lap & only seems slightly put out, is also an additional bonus. Louis placates her with a cheeky grope & heavily put on compliment, before he’s moving out the door in the direction that he presumes ( & hopes ) Eleanor had headed.

               To be fair, Louis presumes the brunette might not be the happiest to see him twice in one night. But, now that he’s spoken to her he’s itching for a little more conversation. Like, what she’s been doing ? How her parents are ? How Bruce is ? Dumb shit that he’d have always known, once upon a time. So, he’s relieved when he spots her leaning against the wall, ducking his head as he moves across. “ Mind if I chill a minute ? ” he questions, digging into the pocket of his hoodie to produce a well deplenished pack of Marlboros. 

Eleanor had already decided that no matter what happened, she would have to find a way home from the back of the club where she currently stood.  There was no doubt in her mind that once word got out that Louis had been spotted here that paparazzi and fan girls would be swarming the sidewalk out front. The paparazzi didn’t pay her any mind, but she was in no proper shape to deal with anyone who may want a picture with her. Some days she could force it, but it wasn’t looking good for today. It was strange, really. She was absolutely no where near celebrity status, but thanks to her connection to the singer, she’d never really been able to go back to life as ‘normal.’ It was much the same for any of the lads family members and friends but she’d been stripped of that title so now for the most part it was just bothersome. She still hoped, for his sake, that the group splitting up made things a little bit easier on him in that regard.

The night air and the cigarette between her lips seemed to help clear her head, at least a little, she’d been starting to feel suffocated inside. No doubt that her head was still swimming, though. There was no way in hell that sober she would ever lean her back against a brick building in a vintage Tommy Hilfiger slip dress. Hopefully there weren’t too many pulls in the flimsy fabric, that would really piss her off in the morning. The cool stones actually offered a bit of relief on her warm skin. Exhaling the smoke that filled her lungs, El could hear the footsteps approaching her, she hadn’t had to look up, she recognized his voice immediately.

His question sounded like a simple one, but it was actually quite loaded. The girl wasn’t really sure how to answer, part of her wanted to tell him to piss off while another part of her just longed to have him around. He’d been a constant for so long in her life that sometimes she still had to stop herself from texting him stupid things that they’d both appreciate, like tshirts with ridiculous sayings she spotted on shopping trips, or song lyrics that reminded her of simpler times. The first part of her answer was a shrug of her shoulders before she spoke, “It’s fine.” She wanted to leave it at that, short, sweet, to the point but her drunken tongue decided to betray her, “I only mind a little, because I’ve not got all my wits about me. I may have had a bit too much to drink.” It was perhaps the first honest answer she’d given all night.

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              Despondent, Louis’ admittedly calculated in not moving to greet Eleanor properly. It’s rude, he knows as such. He can’t quite let on to as much, though. Through all fault of his own, losing the brunette had fucked him up. He figures she’s aware of such a fact, too. It’d been no secret & that had been after Liam had talked him out of putting forward some of the more pathetic songs he’d written regarding his mistakes. In retrospect, he’s glad he’d listened for once in his life. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s embarrassing to look at her & know that she knows he’s a fucking idiot.

              Jay would have had his head for such behaviour. But her not being there to be disappointed in his notions is enough to leave Louis averting his gaze prior to reaching past the girl invading his space in favour of retrieving the drink he’d discarded earlier in the evening. He’d cut himself off with the intention of being at least somewhat on his game for rehearsals the following day, but the longer that he shares the same space with his ex, the more he’s itching for a drink. He flinches, feeling Preston’s gaze burn into his back as he downs the drink. 

              Her question leaves him stumped ; because no, he can’t recall Blondie’s name for the life of him. He’s never been called out on it before, either. Stick with babe & darling enough & it’s never been acknowledged. “ This is um.. Rhi – ” & he falls silent when her face falls. Fucked that one up a bit, then. “ Tori’s pal. ” he laments, glancing over towards Oli & his missus. Because yep, they’d definitely all arrived together.

              & while Louis might have picked up a few dickhead tendencies, he really doesn’t like to act like one & he does feel a little guilty for the frown that’s settled over the girl’s features. So, he sighs & settles a hand on her thigh, “ sorry, love. not the best at names when i’ve got ye’ pretty face distracting me. ” He feels better momentarily, until he remembers Eleanor standing across the room & then he feels a little sick. Thankfully, Preston takes that moment to step in ( & save Louis from drowning ) clapping a hand down on Louis’ shoulder. “ Car will be here in ten. Busy day tomorrow, Louis. ” Ordinarily the Brit would bitch at that comment, but today he’s relieved. He imagines Helene will be too when he shows up to rehearsals on time. “ Looks like I’ve been told, then. Nice to see ya, El. Have a good night ! ”

The last drink she mixed and practically gulped down was already starting to take hold, if only because she’d lost count of how many she had previously. It would be time to slow down, she could feel it but it was too late now, it had already been consumed. Water would likely be a good idea, but in her current state, the girl was afraid that it would ensure that she lost her buzz and she certainly wasn’t ready for that. Not now.

This awkward encounter was tough to take. Another reminder, as if she even needed one, that life, and the people in it, was often nothing more than a disappointment. El would drink to that. Her hand reached for the bottle again but she stopped herself short. It would likely make her sick, she knew, if she’d continued consuming so quickly. This line of thinking reminded her that it was quite possible that she was the disappointment. Everyone ensured her that in light of her failed relationship that wasn’t the case. It was an idea that the brunette would pretend to believe, but deep down she told herself that she had to have done something wrong. Or maybe she’d done nothing. Nothing and it simply wasn’t enough. That was why people had a wandering eye in the first place wasn’t it?

El thought that the falling face of the blonde across from her might make her feel a bit better, but no such luck. Instead her eyes looked on at the all too familiar inked hand that grazed her thigh. It made her grimace, she wished she had some sort of distraction. Her phone maybe. Where was it? In her bag. Her bag who she’d left with one of her friends, which one? She needed to focus her attention somewhere else, she could awkwardly crane her neck to look over at her group, who she guessed were probably just looking on like they were watching a bad film. A train wreck, even. They hadn’t come to her rescue, probably because they had no idea how she would react. They’d experienced one of Eleanor’s blow ups over something minor and surely it wasn’t something anyone, El included, wanted to risk in public. She could just walk away but it was like she was glued in place. There were far too many things for her drunken brain to process.

Louis had Preston on his side at least, to swoop in. “Look at that. Saving the day, you are,” El would point out to the bulked up male. “Not all super heroes wear capes.” It hadn’t even come out snarky, she was genuinely serious. Her attention then turned to her ex, a half nod given before speaking, “Mhm, it’s..uh..” It hadn’t been nice, that part of his statement was a lie, no doubt. She didn’t bother finishing her thought. “Have a good night.”

Finally she could turn on her heel and make her way over to her friends, retrieving her bag and mumbling something about the fact that she was ‘fine’ and ‘not to follow’ her. Between the alcohol and the situation, the brunette needed air. Without looking back she would head for the back door, lighting up a cigarette as soon as the night air hit her. She hadn’t the wherewithal to figure out getting home just yet, so she would lean back against the building, taking a long drag.

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             It’s under a cloud of shame that Louis’ found himself to come crawling back to the club scene. He’d done his best to give that lifestyle up in December 2015 ; distracted by the false sense of security that Danielle had provided. It no lingers now they’ve split & the Brit is so far from stable that his notions border on becoming on chaotic. 

             He’ll be too old for it in a year or two, regardless. Just as he’s too old for the blonde who’s currently draped herself over his lap the best she can manage. She says she’s 23, but he doubts she’d be pushing 21. It reminds Louis of the early days some ; when they’d all been too young & naive to know of the trouble shagging groupies would bring. Blondie’s managed to get her tits right in his line of sight though and has been idly fiddling with the button on his jeans for the last minute & even now, Louis only has so much self control to his name.

             Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise that a familiar voice should call his name moments later. Frozen, he simply blinks twice before a smirk is replacing the stunned expression that had marred his features moments prior. “ Eleanor fucking Calder. What’re the chances, eh? ” & really, perhaps he should have known she’d be here too. Now he looks, the faces dotting the room do seem more than a little familiar. Her friends, now that he pays attention to the fact. “ Erm.. how’ve you been then ? ”

The brunette made the drink strong, maybe a bit too strong as she could feel the first sip burning all the way down her throat. Good. That meant that it would be effective. She didn’t particularly like the taste of alcohol, but she did like the way it made her feel - like life was fun, like the demons that she battled with day in and day out were kept at bay. Her highs were high, her lows were low and it was a toss up every single day on what her mood would bring. It could be rather exhausting. She felt things deeply, perhaps too deeply. Big things, little things, everything in between. Making up her mind on a daily basis sometimes felt impossible. 

That’s why drowning it all out with alcohol made perfect sense, tonight at least. Odd as it may seem, the club scene could provide a lot of what she was looking for depending on the day. It was time out with her friends, it was loads of liquor and a blurry mind, it could be whatever bloke she’d go home with to make her feel wanted for an hour or two. She’d felt like shit afterwards, of course, but chasing the highs could be an addiction in itself.  It wasn’t a healthy way to live, her therapist had mentioned that on many occasions but El didn’t quite care about her ‘health’ she just wanted to feel happy once in a while. She was missing the bigger point that she often did more damage than fixing, but there was a learning curve, right?

Even though she wanted to, she couldn’t bring herself to look away from the blonde vying for his attention. No doubt that she was most of what El wasn’t, blonde, curvy, Barbie - while Eleanor on the other hand was more like Barbies brunette, flat chested sister Skipper. The comparison in her head made her chuckle out loud briefly. She couldn’t blame the girl, there’d been plenty of nights that Eleanor would be doing the same thing, though she always made sure to find someone who would pay her a little more attention than what the singer was providing at the moment. She’d gotten good at reading people, finding the easy targets. The ones who would be texting her days later for a repeat performance. It was one of the ways she’d found to give herself a sense of confidence and self worth, even though it was all a facade. It worked though. For now.

“I reckoned the chances were slim to none, but alas...” She holds her arms up in a shrug. “I’m fine, thanks.” That was the polite response wasn’t it? She’d also trained herself to convince everyone that she was indeed, fine. “You look like you’re doing alright too, I guess. Who’s your friend?” The girl had no desire to know the blondes actual name, she was just banking on the fact that Lou probably didn’t know it either and that might give her some sense of sick satisfaction. El knew that she’d been replaced many times over, but somehow that part never seemed to get any easier to swallow. The long sip she took from her glass was, though.

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Strobe lights, thumping bass, loads of sweaty bodies and plenty of alcohol would be an accurate depiction of the club that Eleanor found herself at tonight. What was it called again? She hadn’t the slightest clue, nor did she really care. Clubs hadn’t really ever been her scene in the past, sure she’d go once in a while, but typically she’d been happier in a more low key setting. Until lately, at least. Normally music so loud and a ton of strangers crowding around would be one of her worst nightmares but El had come to the conclusion, after being out with her friends multiple times, that being in a crowd full of people she didn’t know, with alcohol, and lord knows what else, freely flowing through her veins was somewhat of a release. It was nice being in a place that she didn’t have to hear herself think. Here it was completely acceptable to be ‘out of her mind’ and that was quite often how she felt on a daily basis anyway.

One might know that the brunette had a bit too much to drink because she’d literally been lost in a crowd of dancing bodies for the last 45 minutes. Dancing wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, but once she hit that level of intoxication it was inevitable. Limits now were a thing of the past. One or two drinks wasn’t what she was about, even if it was what she planned on. As soon as the first sip passed her lips, there would be more to come. She quite enjoyed the fuzzy feeling it left in her head and body. Now she was finally returning to the VIP suite that her mates had booked. It was kind of the best of both worlds, go downstairs to the crowd where the music was loud and standing room only and then head upstairs where it was your own little safe haven with plush couches, faded music and perhaps her favorite part, bottle service. There’d been another little surprise waiting for her in their suite in the form of her former beau. It wasn’t completely out of the blue, they’d still had mutual friends, but this time she hadn’t been expecting it.  “ey thanks for the heads up, mates,” she stammered as she entered the small room. Someone had answered back, something along the lines of texting her to let her know, but clearly she hadn’t had her phone with her when she disappeared. Making her way over to the table that the couches were centered around, she would make herself another drink without hesitation, taking a long sip before addressing him, her glass raised with a nod, “Cheers. Good to see you, Tommo.”

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tvmlinscns:

     “ Deffo, ” he repeated, amusement flickering across sharp features ; amusement that quickly slips at Eleanor’s following statement. Perhaps they weren’t quite up to the joking stage yet, then. “ Obviously not what I meant, El. Was kinda talkin’ about like, the deceased status of the band bein’ a thing. But if we’re being honest, then sure, I didn’t exactly expect that we’d be back on speaking terms. ” Then, he’s rolling his eyes, gently untangling svelte digits from brunette locks. “ Sure, yeah. That’s basically the only difference between Jesus & I. He’s better at resisting temptation. I should clarify that comment was a joke but perhaps it wasn’t as funny as I thought it was. ” A sigh follows, teeth pressed to his lesser lip. “ No more prodding Eleanor. Got it. But uh, I should probably get goin’, I reckon. Cliff’s probably made a fuckin’ disaster of things while I’ve been gone, so. ”

There was no doubt that El should have seen that she was crossing a line with her tone, but it was another case of too little, too late. “I was kidding, Lou. I know you well enough to know that if you really didn’t want to be around me, you wouldn’t have fucking come to see me in the first place.” She was sitting up but not near fast enough for her own liking, despite giving it literally all of the energy that she had. “Stop it. Stop.” Standing up she was holding up her hands and shaking her head “I know that it was a joke, that’s why I responded with one. Sorry that it hurt your feelings.” It wasn’t the first time her sharp tongue had gotten her into trouble, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. “For fucks sake, I was just playing around with you.” Bending down the girl would pick up her purse, rooting through it for her pack of cigarettes, “But, you’re the only one allowed to be cheeky, hm?” Flipping the top she would curse under her breath, finding it empty and throwing it with all of her might into the rubbish bin. “Don’t do that. I’m not fucking daft. Like you’ve never left your dog for an extended period of time…” she scoffed, even more insulted that he thought that was an excuse that she would buy. Speaking of buying..she was going to have to get to a store, because if she didn’t get a cigarette she would rip someones head off. Stepping into her shoes she would then grab her keys from the dresser and throw her cross-body bag over her shoulder. Just because she was staying here didn’t make her one of Hollywood’s elite, she didn’t need a driver, or a bodyguard, or any of that like most of the others probably did, she knew that. What she didn’t know was her way around Los Angeles. At all. “Where is the closest Sainsb-…” she cut herself off “Whatever the fuck shop they have around here, which one is the closest?” She was beyond glad that her eyes were already bloodshot and red thanks to the drug, it would make it a hell of a lot less obvious that they were tearing up. Thank god she ingested some kind of mind altering substance, otherwise her emotions really would have been a roller coaster run off the track that she had no control over. Taking a deep breath she would exhale slowly, she did have manners and why would he want to answer her if she didn't use them, so she attempted to soften her tone "will you please tell me where to find the closest shop?"

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       “ Time flies n’ that. Two years ago I’d have never thought I’d be here, ” Louis admitted - & the Brit’s unsure as to whether he means there with Eleanor, or perhaps life in general. There’s no denying that things took a few unexpected turns ; both with their relationship & then well, with everything else, to be fair. “ The one & only. Jesus curses & gets more pussy than he used to back in the day. It’s sacrilegious. I’m fucked. Sorry for disrespecting your son that way, God. Like, fuck. I’ve just saved you from goin’ to hell ‘cause they’ll wanna take me far more. S’ very giving of me, really, ” he hums, a laugh following his statement. It’s honestly only because he’s stoned that he finds himself funny. Any other time & he’d have the good sense to censor his words. “ Dunno. Steve’s too wicked to disagree with really. ” Then, he’s pausing & staring down at his finger. “ Did you just .. fuckin’.. did you bite me ? I .. yep ! ”

“It deffo does.” El glanced up at him and thought about asking for a bit of clarification, but instead, would toss up some of her signature sass “Thought you’d gotten rid of me for good eh?” Obviously her brain was still foggy, had she been thinking more clearly, she likely would have realized that she may not want to hear the answer to that. “Shut up. Jesus was always surrounded by women. He just did a hell of a lot better at resisting temptation.” It came out sounding a hell of a lot more sarcastic than it seemed in her head, great, now she sounded bitter which wasn’t her intention. “But there now you’re back on track, sacrificing for the greater good and all that.” Sacrilegious or not she still obviously found the comparison funny. “Oh well, it’s probably a hell of a lot more fun to hang out with the sinners...I didn’t even intend to make that pun but it worked out perfectly.” The brunette shrugged her shoulders, in response to his rhetorical question, “You were prodding at me, it was warranted. Besides, I never claimed not to bite, that was just you!”

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They’ve promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.

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neelsvxser:

“More than likely what you said is true. I’m alright. Just finished unpacking some of my computer stuff. I’m more than likely gonna leave my clothes in the bags because that’s a lot of work when you never know when you are gonna leave for something like work or vacation.”

May as well, I sort of feel the same way, whats the use in unpackin if you’re just going to have to pack it all up again anyway? That’d be doing double the work, and isn’t this place supposed to be around relaxing anyway?

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               “ He is, he is. Fuck .. he’ll be two soon. I can’t even think about that, ” Louis admits, a slight furrow present between his brows. He’d like things to slow down just a little, is all ; it feels like he’ll blink & Freddie will be off to school, with how quickly things are moving - or perhaps he’s missing out on a little more than he’d admit to. Regardless, he’s quick to clear his head of such thoughts, easily distracted by weaving a loose braid into her hair. “ Hm. I was aiming to be lookin’ like Jesus, ” he joked, head leaning into Eleanor’s touch slightly. “ Nah, m’ just lazy. Think I like it anyways. ” Smiling lightly, he’s quick to shake his head, free hand gently prodding at her cheek. “ About you bein’ a heinous bitch ? I’d never ! But nah, s’ ‘bout the last three years or whatever, so yeah, bit about you, if that’s alright ? I’ll scrap it if it makes you uncomfortable or anything. I mean, I think it’s good n’ Steve likes it, but ya never know, like. ” 

"Wow..." Eleanor started, "Wow, time fuckin...wow." She would just cut herself off, giving a brief shake of her head. The thought of nearly two years passing by was blowing her mind, she felt so out of the loop. Not that it was a loop that she was really included in anymore and that would warrant a brief frown on her part. Where had the last couple of years even gone? A portion of them, she knew were lost in a haze of mind altering substances, but the rest of the time flew. There was no question about that. She'd shake the thought away from her mind, "Jesus eh?" the brunette mused, "I could see that working. The new age tattooed Jesus. There's an album cover for ya. Talk about generating a buzz." Even saying such a thing had to be sacrilegious, didn't it? "Fuck. Now I'm going to hell even faster and it's all your fault for putting such a thought out there." Clearly though that hadn't stopped her from saying it anyway.  "Listen, love, if Steve Aoki approves, who am I to disagree?" A larger part of her was slightly weary to even ask anymore about it, there was no doubt in her mind that it would drudge up emotion and she wasn't sure what that emotion would be. It would all depend on the day, and she hadn't wanted to ruin this one by allowing melancholy to take over, so she decided to lighten the mood. Feeling his finger on her cheek she turned her head to capture it between her teeth, giving it a little bite before allowing her tongue to soothe over the divots left by her teeth.  

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        “That’s lucky then, innit. I dunno much about Bruce, but Cliff on the other hand is fuckin’ awful. Though, he does let Fred yank at his tail, so perhaps he’s not got the worst manners,” he rambled, fingertips scratching at the covering of stubble along his jaw. He really ought to stop being lazy and shave. At some point. Perhaps. “In which case, you know this being whole being smooth thing just comes naturally like,” he joked, a smile spreading across rosy brims when Eleanor repositions herself. It should be weird; but it’s not. If only because he’s known her for so long that it’s impossible to not be comfortable in her presence. “Got what I wanted anyways. Bit of a win.” Then, inked digits are moving to idly twist brunette locks around his forefinger. “S’ alright, we’ll make this one a freebie,” he adds. “Won’t it be awkward if you think the one I wrote ‘bout you’s shit ? But nah, I get it. She’s got a wicked tone. Mad talent.”

“Lucky for them,” El agreed with a nod. “See, putting up with that takes some patience so you’ve got yourself a good pup there. Your little one is getting big, yeah? Saw him on your insta. He’s adorable.” It was easy for her to make herself comfortable in her new position, whether it was ‘right’ or not, it still felt more natural to touch him than to worry about cooties. “Yes, you’ve always been so smooth, Cassanova,” reaching a hand up she would capture his chin between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing against the stubble there, “What’re you doing with this, are you going to go full caveman? It’d be a great disguise.” A sigh of content left her lips as his hand found her hair, it really was, in her book, more relaxing than a massage or any kind of spa treatment, really. “We’ll call it a win win situation then” Her eyes had closed briefly but opened again to look up at him, “There’s one about me?” the thought alone had made her heart swell and that was likely evident by the look on her face,“You might be smooth after all. Unless it’s about me being a heinous bitch or something. But, I reckon you wouldn’t let me, or anyone else hear it if you thought that any part of it was shit.” She knew he was too proud to do anything like that, he’d always put his best foot forward when it came to music, something told her that he’d tweak it until he knew that it was just right. 

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neelsvxser:

“Right,like what the hell. It’s okay but I know who you’re because of One Direction but I know you’re a Model as well. How’re you?”

He was just all jazzed up, maybe he was jealous because you’re likely better looking than he is. Ah yes, most people do. But I’m doing alright, how about you?

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arixnxbg:

“Yeah I get pretty homesick too. Though this place seems to nice and I couldn’t pass it up. Well Nicki did say I run pop so I guess that would work.”

Yeah, it’s alright. A nice break, I suppose. There you go, it works! And it sounds a hell of a lot better than being the queen of jetlag

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「— ✧ * º • ☾ SMS 」FT. ELEANOR

Barbara: THAT'S MY GIRL !!!

El: Cheers, babe. Let's do this.

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wtfpetsch:

“ Luckily, I’m not in the media too much so I’m not on every paparazzi’s radar but I do have a handful of them out. Once the second season of Riverdale comes out, there may be more buzz around myself and my other cast mates though. ”

Even if it is just a handful, that tends to be more than enough when you don’t feel like dealing with it. And when they’re not being truthful. At least you’ll be able to ease into it though, yeah? That way when the buzz is super huge it’ll be a piece of cake to deal with

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alexalltimelcw:

“ Don’t mind the mess though honestly, I’ve been living out of my suitcase because I’m too lazy to unpack. “

No worries, love. This is a judgement free zone. I’d be quite the hypocrite because I’m doing the same thing. I hate unpacking.