Grace Kelly

The next day, Kian had stopped reposting stories. He hadn't so much as viewed Leah's story and she wasn't taking it very well. She stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection and gave herself a fairly aggressive pep talk,

"Of all the guys there are in the world, you're upset over one? Hell no. I refuse to let you give this boy the time of day unless it's reciprocated – which it won't be. SO, GET IT TOGETHER, LEAH."

She soon realised that being upset about Kian not liking her was a complete waste of energy and began ranting to herself,

"SAD! DISAPPOINTING! SERIOUSLY? All words that describe this situation excellently. Honestly, I'm madder at myself for feeling so hung up on this. I'm appalled by the power this 16-year-old stranger has over me. But he's not a stranger, is he? Watching all his videos, I feel like I'm getting to know him for who he really is. Understanding his character, his humour, his likes and dislikes. I pay him so much attention and he won't even repost my stupid story." She scoffed, "My story was a repost of one of his pictures. At this point, I'm just scrambling for scraps of his attention by...shouting him out? Supporting his every opinion? Giving him the clout he's asking for? Maybe that's all he wants. Clout. Only reposts the stories of people with thousands of followers cause they're the ones that increase your reach and get your content to more people. They're the ones he shows appreciation to. But never me. Never the underdogs. No one ever sees us."

She took a deep breath and sighed,

"FUCK. THIS."

Leah refused to be bound by the shackles of her unhealthy obsession- I mean, her "inner fangirl side". She tried to think of ways to be more productive and actually get things done that day instead of having her plan for the day revolve around his upload schedule.

She'd spent all this time chasing after a guy on the internet, romanticising an impossible love story that she so wanted to come true. Leah needed to take a step back from it all - take a moment to remember who she is and what it is she stands for: it's so easy to forget these things when you fall for someone.

She went back to her bed and threw herself onto it. Laying flat on her back, she uttered the words, "One day." Her brows furrowed with determination,

"I won't check his Instagram OR his TikTok for ONE. WHOLE. DAY."