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...
Still looking at me suspiciously, he complies, heading back towards the sofas, sitting down and waiting expectantly.
"So," he says, as I sit on the sofa opposite.
"So," I continue, placing my hands in my lap, trying not to fiddle. "I slept with Harry in Rome where we then both admitted we had feelings for each other and I then subsequently told him to move on."
George's mouth dropped open, and no words were exchanged by either of us as the new information started to sink in.
He opened it a few times, but no words came out, and I just sat across from him, nervously anticipating his response.
"Jesus Christ, Holly," is what he finally decides on, rubbing both of his temples. "That's — okay, give me a second to just process this a little more."
I gave him a wry smile, but stayed quiet, allowing his little moment.
"So — you're not speaking to him now?" He asks, turning his gaze towards me.
"I mean — no, technically, I mean — he's speaking, if you want to be literal."
"And you're ignoring him?"
"I wouldn't say ignoring. I'd say...reluctant replies," I say, choosing my words carefully.
He face palms. "Hollyyyy," he drawls, shaking his head. "I mean — I'm gonna be straight, I kinda guessed something had happened in Italy, but — I didn't quite expect you to say you'd slept together, but — can we circle back to the admitting feelings? Moving on? What the hell happened?"
"Well — we were at the airport, and we talked and I don't know — it just kind of came out of my mouth. He insinuated that it was a one night stand and yeah, I guess it was but then he said he'd assumed there were no feelings and I just — I fucking hate lying, George. But I've turned into a horrible liar the past few weeks and I hate it," I confess, wringing my hands together.
"I mean, ignoring him probably isn't going to help things, but you know that already, don't you?"
I nod. "I know. And I also know avoiding his messages aren't helping, either. I talked with Jess, though, when she came up the other day. She actually, er — she was the one who kinda persuaded me to tell you about it. So I had someone up here on my side."
George smiles. "All of us up here are on your side, Holly. You should know that by now."
Dipping my head down, I nod. "I know," I groan. "This is just so messy. I wasn't supposed to catch feelings for him, and I definitely wasn't supposed to sleep with him."
"But you did. That's gotta count for something, right?" He counters.
"Maybe. Maybe not. I'm seeing him this Thursday, so I'm gonna talk to him about it. Properly, I mean. I'm just gonna go there with no predetermined feelings, and try and talk to him with a clean state. See where it gets me, you know?"
George nods approvingly. "Would you be able to live with yourself if you just stayed friends with him? Knowing that there are reciprocated feelings on both sides?"
"I'd survive —"
"But would you really be living?" He pesters, falling into the annoying habit of proving me wrong. Every. Single. Time.
"No," I sigh. "Probably not. But deep down you and I both know that he deserves better than what I could ever give him. I'm just — I'm fucked up, George."
He shakes his head so quickly, I nearly miss it. "You're not fucked up. You're hurt, and you're healing. That's nobody's fault except for —"
"Matthew," I finish. "Jess said something similar. I'm sick of the fact that he still has a hold over me. I mean — not him personally, I guess. Just — the fallout from everything. I wish I was over it. I should be over it. It's been over a year."
"The Holly from last year, and the Holly now are two completely different people," he tells me. "I promise you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Who knew you were so sentimental, George?" I ask, a grin appearing on my face.
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@hollypeterson: my instagram break lasted longer than selena gomez's call me the detox queen xxx (new pretty lonesome ep being recorded tonight watch this space)
@georgeclarkeey: Because that was such a difficult record to break
@arthurtv: Go back to detoxing pls
@hollypeterson: only if you stop texting my sister!!
