Over Again

Imagine being an international pop star all your life. Not knowing who to trust. Or not even knowing who's your friend. This is the story of a firl. She's gone through much.
Name: Allison
Nickname: Ale
Stagename: L.A.
Hobby: International popstar
Secret: To be revealed
Love: You'll know soon.
Enjoy !!!!!! :D


2. The bakery boy

Its ok, it was about to be closing time anyways. He responded. 


So your the famous LA aren't you.

Ya I am

So your real name is Allisson, and you were born on March 12.

Wow you know your facts.

Well my older sister Gemma loves you.

Ah, that's so sweet.

Im sorry my name is Harold Edward Styles. He said taking my rigt hand like a princess and kissing the top of it. I started blushing like crazy.

What no ones ever done that your majesty? 

No, your highness, because I've never had a boyfriend. His eyes widened. 

Wow, never, but your so pretty with your curly hair and brown eyes. 

And your really nice, but I still haven't found the right guy for me. I dont want to get hurt you know.

Yes I understand. Then my phone rang, it was Kevin my manger.

Um sorry I need to take this call.

Sure go ahead, are yo hungry.

Starving. I yelled back while answering the phone.

Hey Kevin. 

Hey Allisson.

Um hey can you plaese tell the paparazzi to lay off, its getting annoying.

I'll try but no promises ok.

Alright thanks I have to go now im gonna go eat.

Ok bye

Bye. Once I finished talking to Kevin I went back to where Harold was. When I did I was surprised. He set up a table with about 10 different pastries and a table at a far corner with a lit candle in the middle and two cups of tea. 

What is all this. I asked him clearly shocked.

It's a taste of London. Since it's your first time here.

Wow, and how about the table over there. I asked. ( oh this bakery boy)  





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