So here is the sequel to No Control.... Please don't read any further unless you have read it!! :)

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June 2015

LOVE CHEAT HARRY

One Direction singer Harry Styles was at the centre of a new controversy on Friday when pictures of him emerging from a New York hotel only minutes after Portuguese model Sara Sampaio was also photographed leaving wearing last night's clothes were leaked onto Twitter.

Styles has recently been pictured with Jessica Bradshaw, who works for a top London Credit Insurance Agency, and sparked rumours that the two may be more than just friends when he serenaded her on his knees at Cardiff's Millennium Stadium during One Direction's first concert of the European leg of their On The Road Again tour. Although reports of their relationship have never been confirmed, they have also never been denied. A spokesperson for One Direction vehemently denied rumours that Styles was in a relationship with LA talent scout Joy Muggli when Heat Magazine printed two stories earlier this year claiming they had been dating for months and had matching tattoos. This was a bold move, as the pop heartthrob has never responded to rumours of this kind before, sparking more speculation that he may indeed be in a relationship with Jessica.

Styles (pictured above with bandmates Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and Liam Payne) is no stranger to dating beautiful women, as his previous encounters with the likes of Taylor Swift, Kendall Jenner and more recently Nadine Leopold will prove. However, he seemed to be taking a break from women in the spotlight with his latest relationship. Born and raised in Cambridge, with a University degree in Business Management and Accounting, Jessica Bradshaw isn't the usual type for Styles; mostly because she isn't famous. According to her Twitter page she is a self-confessed One Direction fan, and is rumoured to have met the Steal My Girl singer back in March, when the two were pictured leaving Styles' north London pad after partying in Lagoon night club with comedian James Corden and ex-Radio 1 presenter Fearne Cotton. Other pictures of them surfaced over the subsequent weeks in London and LA, where Styles has another home.

Sadly though, even this relationship could be over before it has properly begun if the latest pictures of his encounter with Victoria's Secret Angel Sara Sampaio are anything to go by. Further investigation shows Jessica no longer follows Harry on Twitter or Instagram - usually considered modern day confirmation of a breakup. The Mail Online has contacted both parties for comment.

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BUSINESS AS USUAL FOR HARRY STYLES' GIRLFRIEND IN WAKE OF CHEATING RUMOURS

Harry Styles is currently amidst rumours of infidelity after he was caught on camera kissing Victoria's Secret Angel Sara Sampaio outside a New York bar last week, while girlfriend Jessica Bradshaw remained in the UK. The What Makes You Beautiful hit-maker was pictured leaving his hotel the following morning only fifteen minutes after the dark haired beauty, who was wearing the same outfit as the previous night. Styles then jetted straight to Brussels to join his bandmates for their next stop in their gruelling schedule, and has remained there over the weekend while the rest of One Direction flew back to the UK in between shows.

Jessica Bradshaw, Harry's rumoured girlfriend, was pictured looking downcast as she left her flat at 7am this morning heading in the direction of the tube station, and when approached by our representative she refused to comment. Dressed in black trousers, a white top and heels, she looked every part the professional, perhaps in a bid to show Styles what he is missing. Whether or not the pair have had any contact since the compromising photographs were leaked is not yet clear, although there have been unconfirmed sightings of Bradshaw at Heathrow airport on Saturday, indicating she may have flown to Brussels for crisis talks with the One Direction heartthrob.

"Where do they find this shit?" I said exasperatedly. I swept the pile of this morning's tabloids, who were all running the same 'Love Cheat' story as the Daily Mail app, from my desk into the bin. They landed on top of my Harry Styles mug, mousemat, my One Direction pens and the stickers I had aggressively peeled off my computer screen the second I had arrived in the office at 8am.

Sarah and Gary were looking at me sympathetically, and Sarah threw her McDonald's breakfast wrapper on top of them in disgust.

"Are you alright, Jess?" Gary asked.

"No, not really. Not at all in fact," I sighed. "But I just can't cry any more. I spent the weekend sobbing. I haven't got any tears left."

I swivelled round in my chair and opened my laptop, and Gary and Sarah seemed to take this as a dismissal. Gary got up from the edge of my desk and went to sit behind his own, and Sarah wheeled herself back around the corner to her desk without even getting up off her chair.

I logged onto the network and stared blankly at my screen, my mind far from insurance policies. Why was there a photographer waiting for me outside my flat as I left that morning? Well obviously I knew why - but they must have had the story ready to go, and had just been waiting on a picture to accompany it. The thought made my blood boil.

Of course I knew this scandal wouldn't have been kept under wraps, but how on earth did they know anything about me? How did they know I unfollowed Harry on Instagram? Twitter I could understand, because everyone knew who I was on there. But he didn't even follow me back on Instagram - I rarely posted anything. It was bizarre.

It was irritating me that every time thoughts like this occurred to me, my first instinct was to pick up my phone and call Harry. And now I couldn't, even if I wanted to. Which I didn't.

I couldn't deny he was occupying my every waking moment, though. And not content with that, I was even dreaming about him. I hardly ever remembered my dreams, but now they were all about Harry of course I would remember every detail. Every look, every feeling, every touch. Both mornings since I'd returned from my little jaunt to Brussels I had woken up in tears. I had never dealt with this level of heartbreak before. It was a learning curve for me, and definitely one I did not wish to repeat.

I had stayed off Facebook since accepting Gemma's and Louis' friend requests, and had considered deleting Twitter altogether, but chickened out at the very last minute. My stubbornness told me I shouldn't have to remove myself from social media just because some curly-haired pop star had cheated on me with a size zero model in a posh New York hotel. However, I'd lost count of the number of times I had opened my Twitter app on Sunday, seen my thousands of notifications telling me I had mentions, and hastily closed it again.

I didn't want to know what the fans were saying about me and Harry. I just wanted to disappear from the world, from my life as I knew it, where nobody knew me so I could start again, in a place where nobody had ever heard of One Direction.

I got little done that morning, apart from staring into space and thinking of all the things I should have said to Harry when I had the chance - 'Fųck off' being top of my list so far. When lunchtime arrived Sarah approached my desk apprehensively.

"Do you want anything from Marks and Spencer?" she asked.

"I'll come with you," I said, standing up and picking up my bag. "I could do with some fresh air."

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked softly.

"Yes!" I said with a hint of exasperation that I immediately regretted. "Sorry - I'm fine. I just want to go about my life as normal - at least in public anyway. I'll save the breakdowns for behind closed doors."

Sarah smiled at me. "That's the spirit," she said.

I followed her through the office and into Reception, where Gary was waiting for us. As we began to walk down the steps I saw a blinding flash and stopped dead in my tracks as four or five photographers ran over to me.

"Jessica! Have you spoken to Harry?"

"Are the rumours true?"

"Did he spend the night with Sara?"

"How do you feel about it all?"

"Come and give me your side of the story!"

"We'll pay you well for an exclusive, Jess!"

"Excuse me," I muttered as I pushed past them, my heart pounding. Naively, I hadn't been expecting this at all. It hadn't even occurred to me they might be here.

"Back off, yeah?" Gary snarled as he and Sarah trotted in my wake as I strode down the street.

"Are you OK Jess?" Sarah breathed as we finally shook them off and walked into the Marks and Spencers food shop.

"Yeah," I said shakily, stopping by the wine chiller. "Christ, that took me by surprise."

"They're even worse than last time," Gary remarked. "I can't believe they tried to follow us.

I gritted my teeth as my first thought was 'Wait till I tell Harry about this,' and quickly swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Sorry," I said to them both. "For you guys having to endure that."

"It's alright," Gary said smugly. "I'm familiar with my face being on the Daily Mail showbiz for hanging out with Harry Styles' girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend," he added hastily when he saw my face.

"I hope they put more photos up," Sarah declared as we browsed the sandwich section. "Show shıt-head Styles he's old news."

I said nothing, but grabbed the nearest sandwich and went to the till to pay.

"Let's go out the side entrance," Gary suggested, and we managed to slip out unnoticed and scurry back up the steps and into the office building without any fuss. I followed them to the kitchen where we pulled out some stools and sat at a table, ignoring the whispers from the other employees.

As I was opening the wrapper to my chicken and bacon combo my phone vibrated and I pulled it out. It was a number I didn't recognise, so I diverted it and took a bite out of my sandwich. It tasted like cardboard, thanks to my lack of appetite.

My phone rang again from the same number, and I stared at it for a moment, hoping - NO, not hoping - wondering if it was Harry. He was the only one who used to persistently ring me like this. I squinted at the digits. No, Harry's number definitely didn't have 5559 at the end.

"You just have to swipe your finger across the screen and that answers it," Gary said.

"Ha-ha," I said sarcastically. "Maybe I don't want to answer it."

I'd missed the call now anyway, but it lit up again straight away, and I snatched it up in annoyance.

"Hello?" I barked.

"Jessica?" Oh God. "It's Karen from Modest Management here. Please don't hang up."

Damn, I'd just been about to.

"What do you want?" I asked shortly.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you?" She was the politest I'd ever heard her be.

"What about?"

"About Harry."

"No thanks," I said, and hung up.

"Who was that?" Gary asked.

"Wrong number," I lied, my hands shaking.

My phone lit up again.

"For heaven's sake.. What?!" I snapped into the phone.

"Jess please, it's important," Karen said. "I know I'm probably the last person you want to speak to right now - "

"Nope, try second to last," I interrupted. "I'll give you three guesses to figure out who comes below you on the list."

"I understand you're annoyed and upset, but please... hear me out on this."

Her voice was soft and patient. She sounded almost human.

Every ounce of common sense I possessed was telling me to hang up the phone and block her number. But when have I ever had any common sense? I've got No Control, remember?

"You've got two minutes," I said, standing up and walking out into Reception to hear her better. "Go ahead. I'm listening."