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เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐›๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”




































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐„๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ฌ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐‹๐˜๐‹๐€ ๐‘๐Ž๐’๐„ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐๐Ž๐– ๐Ž๐…๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹๐‹๐˜ ๐ƒ๐€๐“๐ˆ๐๐† ๐“๐Ž๐Œ ๐๐‹๐˜๐“๐‡!?

๐‘๐„๐๐Ž๐‘๐“๐’ ๐‡๐€๐•๐„ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐“๐‡๐€๐“ Tom Blyth was seen with Lyla Rose at a Christmas Market in New York today. The two were seen walking around until they were also spotted kissing, hinting that they are officially girlfriend and boyfriend. Fans are stunned, yet also happy for the singer and the actor.

The two have hinted for a while about some spark between the two as Blyth confessed on an interview that he admired and loved Lyla, and Rose has also been hinting stuff in her caption gestured towards the boy. Her recent being '๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐."

However, most people are annoyed about this situation. For starters, people think Lyla could possibly ruin Tom's reputation by just being with her. Others just dislike her because of her previous relationships with other men and because of the big 'reputation' she has.

What do you think? Could this relationship be Lyla's endgame? Let's hope so.




































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐‘๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐‹๐˜๐‹๐€ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐„๐๐Ž๐”๐†๐‡ ๐Ž๐… the media. She hated it. She disliked how everyone tried to invade in her personal life and when she's finally the happiest, the blonde just can't help but fear that haters can ruin it. One thing Lyla knew was that she didn't want to be just another ex love when it came to Tom, and she also doesn't want to hurt him.

Another thing which annoyed was that Enews was the one to announce her relationship, not her. Lyla wanted to do it. But it was too late. Everyone knows. The blonde laid her eyes on the article Enews put out earlier. How on earth did they get that picture? She asked herself, not even knowing that it even existed until this post.

Honestly, Lyla couldn't do anything about it now. All she had to do was move on and focus on her and Tom, who was currently sleeping beside her. Lyla looked down at the boy she is head over heels with, a soft smile reaching her lips. He didn't know about the article yet, but once he woke up he would. She did not want to ruin his reputation, but Tom was all in this relationship.

She pushed the strand of hair that was in his way away before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his cheeks. Then, Lyla got out of bed and walked towards her music room. When she entered it, she headed straight towards her piano, picking up her lyric book and a pen on the way before sitting down.

The blonde flicked through an empty page and opened the pen. As she lingered her pen across the page, Lyla finally decided to write about her feelings. Most specifically on how she wanted to be his ๐ž๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž.

Lyla spent about seven minutes writing down the lyrics before setting her lyric book above her. She looked over the lyrics before glancing down at her piano. The girl then played the chords she wanted the melody to be before singing the song she had just wrote.

โ ๐–จ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ผ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž (๐–จ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ)
๐–ฉ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‘-๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ (๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ see)
๐–จ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž (๐–จ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐—๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๏ผ‰
๐–ซ๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—€๐—‚๐—‹๐—…๐—Œ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ
๐–จ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž (๐–จ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ๏ผ‰
๐–ฃ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—„๐—‚๐—‡' ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–บ๐–ผ๐— ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— (๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๏ผ‰
๐–จ ๐—„๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—’, ๐—’๐–พ๐–บ๐—
๐–ก๐—Ž๐— ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐—‹๐—’๐—‡๐–บ ๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—’
๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ (๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ๏ผ‰
๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ (๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐—€๏ผ‰
๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐– -๐–ณ๐–พ๐–บ๐—† (๐– -๐–ณ๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๏ผ‰
๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ, ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ
๐–ก๐—‚๐—€ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐–ฎ๐—ˆ๐—, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—Œ, ๐–บ๐—
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—†๐–พ, ๐—ˆ๐—
๐–จ ๐—€๐—ˆ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–พ๐—†๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ (๐—๐–พ๐—’๏ผ‰
๐–ก๐—‚๐—€ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ (๐—’๐–พ๐–บ๐—๏ผ‰
๐–ฎ๐—ˆ๐—, ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–พ, ๐—๐–พ'๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‚๐—€ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡, ๐–บ๐—
๐– ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–จ ๐—๐–พ๐–บ๐—‹๐–ฝ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž, ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—
๐–ธ๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ฝ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ โž

"Wow." Lyla immediately turned around to see her boyfriend standing in the doorway, shirtless. Her eyes lingered down his body, a blush forming on her face. "Stare all you want, love." Tom teased as he walked forward. Lyla rolled her eyes jokingly before standing up and going to hug him.

"Did you see what Enews posted?" She mumbled into his shoulder. Tom hummed as he kissed her forehead. A moment of silence lingered before he slowly pulled away from his girl.

"Fuck them. We're going to prove them wrong okay." Tom said, looking down at her and pecking her lips. Lyla smiled against his lips, feeling comfort.

"I wanna be your endgame, Tom. I don't want to lose you." Lyla softly said, looking up at the pair of gorgeous blue eyes.

"You won't lose me. I promise." The British boy responded back, hugging his girlfriend again. "Also, did you just write that song?" He tilted his head and grinned at her.

"Is it good?" Lyla asked her boyfriend, who nodded back at her. She was obviously writing this song for him and to also get rid of those haters who are judging her because of her 'big reputation'.

"It's perfect, love." Tom smiled. "Now how about I go make you some waffles?" He asked her. Lyla nodded, grabbing onto Tom's hand and following him out of the room.




































เฉˆโœฉโ€งโ‚Šหš ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ ! โ‹†ยทหš เผ˜ *

๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ“,๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–,๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–จ ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐–ป๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ โค๏ธ

โ”โ” ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ


๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ž๐›๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ณ ๐—‚ ๐—Œ๐—†๐–พ๐—…๐—… ๐–บ ๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—Œ ๐Ÿค”
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฌ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ง๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐žย ย  ๐—‚๐—€๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—† ๐—๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–บ๐—’
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–ฃ๐— ๐–จ ๐–บ๐—†
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐กย ย  โค๏ธ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—†๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐Ÿฅน
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐— ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ป๐—’
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ฎ๐–ง ๐–ค๐–ฌ ๐–ฆ๐–ค๐–ค ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ธ๐–ฑ๐–ค ๐–ฃ๐– ๐–ณ๐–จ๐–ญ๐–ฆ!!?? ๐–ฅ๐–จ๐–ญ๐– ๐–ซ๐–ซ๐–ธ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‰๐—…๐–พ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ฃ๐–ฑ๐–ฎ๐–ฏ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ฒ๐–ฎ๐–ญ๐–ฆ ๐–ญ๐–ฎ๐–ถ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€?
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ฑ๐–ค๐– ๐–ฃ๐–ธ ๐–ณ๐–ฎ ๐–ฏ๐–ฑ๐–ฎ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ข๐–ณ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค๐–ฌ ๐–ฅ๐–ฎ๐–ฑ ๐–ณ๐–ง๐–ค ๐–ง๐– ๐–ณ๐–ค๐–ฑ๐–ฒ ๐Ÿคบ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ถ๐–ง๐–ฎ๐–ฑ๐–ค
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—Ž๐—๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐—€๐–บ๐—†๐–พ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐—ƒ๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐–พ๐—Œ ๐Ÿ’€
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซย ย  ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—๐—Œ ๐Ÿซถ
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
โคฟ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐—๐—’ ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—… ๐Ÿ’‹
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆ ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’


๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย ย  ๐–ฒ๐—๐–พ'๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—‹๐–บ
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