Holly Peterson skyrocketed to fame by simply sitting in her worn-out car, recording her candid thoughts, and sharing them online. Success came swiftly, propelling her into the spotlight and into a whirlwind romance with a fellow celebrity-a high-pro...
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@georgeclarkeey replied to your story:
Skiving in the stands instead of being here on the pitch?
get off your phone and warm up 😭😭😭😭
@wroetoshaw:
Best seats in the house?
these aren't my seats actually i just enjoyed the view
i'll be pitchside i've decided
Nice, make sure my goal makes your instagram dump
firstly who said that you're scoring, secondly who said i was even doing an instagram dump and thirdly who said you're going to be in my alleged instagram dump??
Winding you up is too easy
Can't wait for my appearance in the instagram dump
Kickoff was still just under two hours away, but the stadium was rapidly filling up. All the boys playing were in the changing rooms, and everyone else in our friendship group were huddled together in one of the private suites, enjoying the free alcohol.
"First big event, how do you feel?" I ask Hattie, as we lean over the railing on the balcony, purely just people watching.
"Super excited with a tinge of nausea and nerves," she answers, sipping her drink. "Proud of George, too, like I'm sure you are," she adds, and it's the truth.
"Sure am, and Arthur. All of them, really. Selling out Wembley is no small feat," I laugh, looking around at the thousands of fans filling up the seats.
"Who do you think is winning this one?"
"Sidemen FC, easy. I was forced to watch the past matches - Harry and Tobi," I add in, watching a curious expression pass over her face. "They just work well together as a team, and they've got great players on their team today. Youtube Allstars have absolutely no chance."
"Night out tonight will be grand either way," she replies, her gaze flickering past me, to the balcony doors, where George walks out.
"Hey you," she smiles, walking over to greet him with a hug.
I let them have their moment before walking over and greeting George. "I hope you don't stack it today and embarrass yourself in front of millions," I tell him.
"I know that's your way of wishing me good luck, so thank you," he grins, before I leave the two lovebirds on the balcony, and head back inside.
"Psst!" A hushed voice calls out from my left, and I just about notice Harry hiding behind a door. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I subtly dip out of the room, which is bustling with so much activity that I know my presence won't be missed.
