It's easy to fall in love with someone.

What's harder is trying to fall out of someone. 

Especially if they don't even know you.

Hear me out. I'm in love with the famous boy pop star, Leo Hayes. Black tousled hair that glistens under the shining lights, green eyes that glitter teasingly and playfully, a body that makes all the girls swoon. His clothes usually always hug him in all the right places and his voice... God, it's beautiful. Every song he sings is full of emotion and sincerity. His face is clear of acne and there's a single freckle by his left eye. Most don't notice, but you probably can tell I'm a super fangirl, so I know pretty much every damn thing about him.

To his favorite food, to his favorite place to go to, his favorite song, his favorite artist, his struggles as a pop star. I kinda sound like a stalker, I know. It's hopeless. Like I'll ever get an opportunity to do more than just shake his hand. Maybe I'll get a charming smile that is usually given to every fan that he has. A handshake that is so brief and so quick that you have to take a moment to stare at your hand, wondering if that was real or not. 

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My friends told me to get over it. "He's probably going out with what's-her-face," one of them said, snapping her fingers. "That hot actress, Lindsey Adams? I've seen them together a lot on TV."

Yeah. That just about broke my heart. In every fangirl's heart. 

But what I feel is real. Every time I watch a YouTube music video by his truly, I feel like he was actually singing to me. When Leo's eyes gaze into the camera, I subconsciously hold my breath. He reaches a hand out to the camera. I hold out mine and my fingers touch the screen. It pauses, immediately reminding me that all of this is a stupid celebrity crush.

I feel so stupid.