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...
@user2: I'm so sad that we only get to see holly on other people's instagrams :( it's been nearly two weeks 😭
@user3: Is Holly unwell?
@user4: what kinda fuckass question is that??? go touch grass
@user5: I'm worried about holly she doesn't look right
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@matthewleigh: One last night in London with my baby ❤️
@eviedonaldson: ❤️ you so much
@georgeclarkeey: You're still here? Jesus fucking Christ bugger off
@user1: I absolutely need a drama debrief from the gymshark event bc wtf????
Two weeks. Two weeks had passed, and the guilt was eating me alive. Truthfully - if it wasn't for George, Hattie, Arthur, or Jess - who had stayed in London, I would've hit rock bottom.
I was close. I still felt close, hovering just above it, but it was solely down to them. It was rare that I was left alone, and Jess would crawl into bed with me at night, and just hold me.
I'd cried at first. Every night, without fail. I missed him. I loved him. I'd hurt him.
The worst part was knowing he'd set his mind on waiting for me. I was broken, and he wanted to fix me. Perhaps I wasn't fixable. Perhaps I was permanently damaged.
The second week was worse. I'd stopped crying by now, but I was overcome with total emptiness. This worried Jess. But George? He recognised the behaviour.
Of course he did - it was practically a repeat from last year.
He didn't say anything at first. He just stayed close, watching me with those knowing eyes, the ones that saw straight through my bullshit. I hated that. I hated that he knew exactly what was going on in my head before I even had the words for it.
