He stopped when he heard what I have just told him. He turned around, his blank expression never leaving his face. He was shooting me glares with his sharp eyes. He inhaled some air as if he was relaxing his mind.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” I said confidently

A smile formed slightly on his face…It was rather a smirk. “You can’t do that” He retorted  

“Try me” I said while taking my phone out of my bag.

“What are you doing?” He shrieked almost pissed off

“Calling your manager” I replied calmly

His eyes got wide. I pressed the call button; I was really going to tell his manager because what he was doing was so wrong. And before I knew it, he was right in front of me. I looked up to him and my eyes were locked in his. He was so angry! He grabbed my hand and took the phone aggressively.

“HEY!!...What the hell…” I shouted

But before I could even finish my word, he smashed my phone on the ground. My eyes got wider and wider….

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DISCLAIMER: I own the story and this is totally a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people is purely accidental. Personalities are all made up. I do not own any artist whom I used on this.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This story could contain mature words

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TRANSLATED IN ARABIC BY : ZEBRAX
THE LINK TO THE ARABIC TRANSLATION:  Holding My Heart (Arabic)

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