Clickclickclickclickclickclick- Your eyes shot open as the obnoxious clicking grew louder, your vision still slightly blurry with sleep. Immediately, you were greeted with what seemed like a million cameras in your face, along with not-so quiet questions being thrown at you from all directions. And to top it all off? It was raining.
“Y/N! Y/N, what are you doing out here on the street?”
“Y/N, can you confirm Harry and Camille’s relationship?”
“Tell us about Harry’s upcoming tour!”
“Wha- what-” You wiped away the dry drool from the corner of your mouth before quickly scrambling up to your feet when you realized where you were. Where you still were. Outside the club, leaning against a lamp post. What time was it? Did you seriously fall asleep against a lamp post? Where was Harry? Where was Camille? Did he ever get his damn jacket??
“Did Harry leave you out here? We saw you going into the club with him last night.”
“What are your thoughts on Harry’s new girl?”
“N-No comment, no comment.” You shook your head, patting down your pockets to make sure you still had all your things with you. It was a miracle you hadn’t gotten robbed in the middle of the night, especially in downtown LA. You were a little lightheaded from the unpleasant awakening, and your thoughts were all muddled up in your head so you had no idea what to do. Not to mention, the fact that you were being crowded by at least 40 paps didn’t exactly help. You winced when droplets of rain began pebbling down on you, making you raise your hand up over your head.
“S’cuse me, I have to get home.” You tried to squeeze your way through the crowd, but it seemed like every time you took a step, you were pushed back three steps. It wasn’t usually this bad when you were out with Harry, but maybe that was because he had four bodyguards with him all the time. And in this case, you were completely on your own. You just wanted to go home and take a hot shower…
“Y/N, can you answer a couple questions?”
“Why didn’t you go home with Harry last night?”
“Y/N, Y/N! Over here, sweetheart! Can I get a smile?” At this point, you were starting to get overwhelmed, not only by the millions of questions but also because you were very much claustrophobic. Usually, you’d have Harry keeping you behind him while pulling you through, and that always kept you calm. Not so much this time.
“Please- c’mon man, let me through!” You pleaded, elbowing your way through the crowd as aggressively as you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when you spotted a taxi coming down the road. As soon as you weaseled your way out of the crowd, you raised an arm to hail the cab.
“Y/N, how many Victoria Secret models has Harry dated so far?” You nearly stumbled onto the ground as you beelined straight for the cab, trying your best to drown the questions out.
“Thoughts on the One Direction hiatus? It’s been 18 months and they’re not back together!”
“Y/N, how do you feel knowing that Harry’ll never love you the way you love him?”
“Wait- What did you- Pardon me?” You whipped around, your eyebrows knitting together as you tried to locate the source of the question. Maybe you had just imagined that. There were a dozen questions being asked at once, after all.
“Lady, are you getting in or what?” You looked over the crowd one last time before quickly slipping into the taxi, wiping the stray droplets of rain off your forehead. Definitely an eventful start to the morning.
As much as you wanted to go home and slip into bed (your back was killing you), a part of you knew you needed to go and see if Harry was alright. You wondered if he had taken his Advil yet, but then again, he probably wasn’t even up yet. You couldn’t exactly blame him for leaving you last night… After all, he was really drunk and could barely walk.
You shivered as the elevator door opened to his flat entrance, the rainwater having completely soaked through your clothes. You had even made a stop to his favourite green-smoothie place since you knew he liked a boost of energy in the morning.
“Fuckin’ freezing.” You muttered to yourself, reaching up and pressing the doorbell. It rang a couple times before you heard footsteps, making you perk up a little. If that was Harry, he most definitely sounded energetic! You’d have to thank Camille later on for helping him get hom-
“Can I help you?” That didn’t sound like Harry. You looked up, eyes widening at the sight of Camille standing in front of you in all her glory. She was dressed in nothing but Harry’s shirt from last night, a friendly smile on her face. “Oh! You’re, uh, shoot, I’m so bad with names…”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You trailed off, feeling a little more than defeated. She spent the night with Harry? He had just up and left you outside a damn club, and just to sprinkle some more salt in the wound, he spent the night with bloody ~Victoria Secret model~ Camille Rowe. “Is Harry alright?”
“He’s fine! I just made breakfast for us - would you like to join us? I made chocolate chip pancakes, and I picked up some cantaloupe. Harry told me they were his favourite.” Yeah, because you made chocolate chip pancakes for him whenever he was recovering from a hangover. “Also, do you need a towel or something? You’re kinda…” She glanced down, gesturing to the puddle you had created.
“Oh! No, no. I’m good, thanks. I just wanted to swing by and see if he was alright. I wasn’t expecting- um, I didn’t think he’d have guests over.” You smiled uneasily, ducking down a little when you caught a glimpse of Harry plopping himself down on the couch. “Can you at least remind him to take two Advil? And this is for him.” You handed her the green smoothie, keeping your fakest smile plastered on your face.
“Right, yeah. Should I tell him you’re-”
“No!” Camille’s eyes widened at your loud response. You cleared your throat and shook your head gently. The last thing you needed right now was for Harry to see you, a dripping mess, standing at his front door looking like you had just come out of a horror movie. And you didn’t exactly want to see him either… You were still humiliated over him now knowing about your feelings for him.
“I just wanted to drop the smoothie off for him. I’ll be on my way now. Thanks again, for…” Dragging Harry away last night? Sleeping with him? Replacing me even though I’m not technically his girlfriend and he definitely doesn’t like me like that but I do girlfriend-y things and it really sucks that he’s doesn’t like me because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with him but here comes a Victoria’s Secret model and she’s so much prettier and fitter and funnier and probably smarter than me and that’s why I’ll never be Harry’s type and God I think my heart is breaking- “Getting him home safely. By the way, he likes it when you cut his fruit into cubes.”
You had definitely never been this down in the dumps before. You kind of just wanted to curl up into a ball and drown in your own tears. Out of all the things to happen, why did you have to fall in love with Harry?! And why did you think you had a chance in the first place? You were just stupid, that’s what you were. Stupid, and lonely, and pathetic, but so, so in love with Harry Styles. And-
Despite how difficult their lives have been because of how intense this fandom is, EXO still holds so much reverence and love for their fans and you can see it in every single photo of their public fansign and how their eyes are still full of so much appreciation and gratitude for every single individual fan even after 5 years in the business- and especially because of lasting 5 years in the business.
For us, it’s no EXO no life.
For them, it’s no EXO-L no life.