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He did appear in the behind-the-scenes video for the video clip of ‘Rules to Break,’ though. The internet immediately began speculating on the fact that he and Sebastian Fox seemed to avoid being near one another during filming, leading people to think there’s truth to the rumors that Sebastian and Heather had an affair.

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Death By A Thousand Cuts

Heather is sitting in an armchair at a late-night show in New York. I stare at the TV, drinking in the sight of her as I sip whisky out of a tumbler. She’s wearing a tight blue dress with capped sleeves that flares out around her legs. It stops a few inches above her knees and I can see plenty of creamy thigh. I miss her so much, and I ache for a world where I could be with her tonight.

She’s talking to the host about Serenity’s official release in department stores, but I’m fixated on her every breath and movement. She seems at ease, but I can see the tension in her body. Being able to watch her like this is a blessing.

Whenever we’re in a room together lately, I can barely stand to look at her because she looks so miserable all the time. I hate myself for what I’ve done to my angel, for the person I’ve turned her into.

“How are things with you and Harrison?” the host asks with a cheeky smile near the end of their interview.

An intense rage courses through me as Heather’s entire body tenses before she forces herself to relax. I hate that I’ve made her the subject of this kind of gossip.

“Great,” she smiles widely, as though this is the truth when it’s very much not.

“Is the wedding still on for May?” he presses her.

My heart leaps to my throat as I wait for her answer. Some part of me expects her to tell him that it’s off, and I wonder if this is how I will find out.

“Sure is,” she raises her eyebrows at him, “unless you know something I don’t know?”

“Well, we all know what happened…” he trails off and even has the grace to look embarrassed.

“Do we? Why don’t you fill me in on the finer details?”

Heather smiles at the host, puts her elbows on his desk, and rests her chin in her hands as though she’s waiting for an answer, and the audience laughs.

“Okay, I see your point,” he laughs as well, and she sits back in her chair, “but I had to ask,” he shrugs.

“No, you really fucking didn’t, you asshole,” I snarl at the TV.

“Well, I’m not running away with Sebastian, if that’s what you were wondering,” Heather smirks at him, and I laugh aloud at her.

God, I love her so much. She’s beautiful and feisty. Even when put on the spot about something that I know is hurting her, she’s able to put this guy in his place.

“Are you sure? We all saw Saturday Night Live.” He raises an eyebrow at her.

“Ah, yes, a well-known source of truth if ever I came across one,” she quips, and the audience laughs again, obviously as enamored with her as I am.

The host concedes defeat by saying, “Well, all the best for the wedding. Heather York’s clothing line, Serenity, is available in all major department stores from Monday. Heather York, everybody!”

The audience applauds, then Heather shakes his hand and leaves the set. The asshole host starts saying something else, but I rewind the recording of the interview to watch it again.

I miss her. Hayden and Ally are in New York with her tonight, but I should be there. I’ve lost the right to support her with these things. No. I don’t get to be with her; I get to watch her on television and be the reason she’s subjected to intrusive questions about her personal life.

My phone rings and Sebastian’s name is on the screen. I pick it up and sigh as I answer, “Hey, Seb.”

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Sure,” I tell him.

“Have you called her?”

I close my eyes as the pain hits me. Heather and I barely speak now. Let alone have chatty phone conversations about any interviews we’ve done.

“No,” I admit.

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