wolfstar oneshots 💕 (Finished)

182. Style

"You got that long hair, slicked back white T-Shirt"

[Remus Lupin, famed pop-star singer, jabs at his ex with new hit song, Style. Fans say the singer references how actor Sirius Black looked like in their dating days. What is really happening here ?]

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Sirius turns off the TV and grabs his phone. He grumbles a little about the horrible heat burning the insides of his penthouse. The marvelous floor-to-ceiling windows looked cool in the pictures for Vogue but right now, he wants more than nothing to turn it into a brick wall.

He goes straight to the blazing red app with a white arrow. As soon as it loads, a familiar face with a familiar name pops up in his reccomendations.

His black painted thumb hovering over the music video. What if the song wasn't about him and he's just feeding empty flames ? Empty hope of getting back together.

"Oh God forgive me for what I'm about to do." Sirius whispers and presses the damned video.

It starts with Remus' side profile with clouds in his neck then the clouds became a man. A black haired man with light blue eyes came on screen.

That's me, Sirius thought.

Light eyes, dark hair, crisp white shirt, his trademark style. People dubbed him the Howl of the western world with his looks. Sirius bit his lip thinking that maybe the gossip page was right this time.

Remus' voice is beautiful and he is beautiful too. Sirius props his chin on his palm as he stares at the beach scene. Remus looked good in his simple white shirt, almost twinning with his co star.

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The next few days his phone blew up. His name is suddenly dragged everywhere. People wanted him to say something, add gasoline to the fire.

Sirius saw articles that claim he cheated, causing the split. (Wrong, obviously) Other articles say Remus had a girlfriend. (Wrong, he's as straight as a circle)

The amount of missed communication pushed him to press on the phone app. His thumb hovering over the number 1. (He had a speed dial for Remus' number after a year of dating)

"Do not call." James warned. "If you met and the media saw, they'll go crazy. They'll stalk you around and go lengths just to get info."

Sirius drops his phone like a child caught stealing. "I was- wasn't gonna call-"

"Bullshit." The manager sighed. "Just wait until the rumors die down then you guys can reconcile. We need to protect him from the paparazzi. Especially right now."

Sirius nodded. He picks up his phone and closes the app. Looking to the city, he sees James' point.

Meeting right now will only cause discomfort. There was no guarantee the song was even about him in the first place.

They broke up because everyone could see through them. It's like they lived in a glass house. Whatever happened between them, all the problems, all the private matters, were for the world to see.

All because of Remus' record label, refusing to protect their most successful artist.

Sirius wanted to sue them. Get the stupid label to fold and release all their artists that were tied down by contracts. But because of Remus, he couldn't.

If Sirius was to continue, the label will erase all his work, all projects. Basically remove him from music history and claim his work as theirs. Remus, as a budding artist, had no choice if he wanted to keep a career.