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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@hollypeterson: secret's out!! thank you endlessly @prada for making me (and hattie) the happiest people on earth 🤍
@haattieeb: DREAM
@taliamar: Okay I'm freaking out
@miniminter: She is freaking out
@freyanightingale: I KNEW IT
@wroetoshaw: 👏🏼👏🏼
@georgeclarkeey: @haattieeb in her natural state I see
@haattieeb: would you want me any other way ???
@faithlouisak: Okay, I'm officially crying. You are incredible 😭😭😭
@tobjizzle: Hell yeah!! This is so sick
@prada: 🤍
@arthurtv: Does this mean we get free Prada merch now
@prada: 👀
@user1: OUR LITTLE UNDERGROUND YAPPER IS BIG TIME OH MY GODDDDD
@user2: I'm so proud of her 😭😭😭
@jess.peterson: So proud of you Hols🩷xx
"All the heavy lifting is done, now we get to enjoy two stress-free days in Paris," I sigh contentedly, lying in my bed in my hotel room.
Hattie is occupying my sofa, her feet up, with another face mask on. "I still can't believe this week actually happened," she smiles, looking over at me. "I know I've already said thank you like, a million times, but I'm gonna keep saying it. This is crazy."
"Who else was I going to bring? What're best friends for?" I ask her, both of us breaking out into laughter.
"True, I am amazing. Oh — one sec, George is calling. I can tell him to —" she starts, but I shake my head.
"Answer your boyfriend. No doubt he's moping at home. I need to shower anyway," I tell her, and she answers the call, waving goodbye and leaving my room for her own.
It's not long after I'm by myself that my own phone starts to ring, and it's a FaceTime from Harry.
I hadn't really spoken to him much, but it was mostly down to my hectic schedule. It wasn't as if I was avoiding talking to him...not really, anyway.
Nothing had happened. It was just me, in my own mind. Overthinking, like usual.
Instinctively, I swipe to accept his call, and he pops up on my screen. He's outside, that I can tell, and I can hear the wind in the background.
