𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Behind The Venue

You find out rockstar!james is cheating on you from a fan's social media post after a concert — modern!rockstar!james x fem!reader

Warnings: reader discover's james is cheating, angst

Words: 1k

a/n: did i or did i not say my stuff was gonna get really angsty for the time being?? also let me know if you want a part 2 for this cus i think it could work

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James was currently on tour with the boys; last night was Berlin, tonight was Vienna. Although you both wished you could join them as they visited almost every European capital, you couldn't leave everything for two months.

Well, you could. James had made it clear you didn't need to work, that he would buy you anything you ever needed or wanted, but you didn't want to be completely dependent on him. So while he travelled all around the continent, you stayed home to wait tables and keep your flat warm.

But it wasn't like you were completely away from your boyfriend for the whole time; you called each other every night—even the ones where the boys got blackout drunk in foreign hotels, and you constantly stayed updated on everything regarding the band.

The little bits of connection were how you found yourself on Austrian social media scouring the hashtags related to The Marauders. You scrolled through selfies of fans in front of the empty stage, waiting for the boys to start. Some people brought posters and gifts for them, which always made you smile. Some of the fans even mentioned you in their posts and you commented on a few of them, wishing them a fun time at the concert.

Then, you sent James a good luck text and went to make yourself dinner. You've learned that the best concert pictures and videos get posted a day or two after they're taken, so you know you don't need to stay online all night. Instead, you take your food to the couch and put on a movie while the concert hall in Vienna was electric with excitement.

Near the end of the second movie of the night, you almost fell asleep in your living room, but your heavy eyelids shot up at the feeling of your phone buzzing shamelessly against your thigh.

It had been going off periodically before, but the notifications increased exponentially in the last few minutes.

Although you were half-asleep, you couldn't just let your phone explode with activity. Scary thoughts that something happened to James at the concert overtook your mind and you quickly reached for your phone while attempting to hope for the best.

It was about James, just not what you were expecting. Someone had caught a video of your boyfriend making out with Lily Evans, the lead singer of their opening band, outside behind the venue.

The clip was short but inarguable. That was obviously James and Lily, and there was no debate on what they were doing.

It showed them quickly, then the teenage girl who took the video flipped the camera to herself and said something in German. The only thing you could understand was your own name, and you weren't sure you wanted to know what the rest meant.

The video was just posted, but it was already spreading. There were so many comments and reposts; everyone seemed to have something to say on the matter.

It ranged from 'you should take this down, imagine how humiliating it is for (y/n)' to 'I mean, we've known this was coming lol look at their constant flirting', and you weren't sure what hurt more.

And even though every single take felt like a slap in the face, you kept scrolling through them all. You were careful not to interact with any of them so as to not encourage drama, but it seemed like the fans were doing fine on their own when it came to stirring the pot. Eventually, it just became all too much. You took a screenshot of one post and sent it to James.

But despite that, you weren't staying up any longer. You shut off your phone, plugged it in across the room, and started getting ready for bed. You didn't care if the only other thing to do was cry yourself to sleep, you weren't spending any more time watching your boyfriend kiss his coworker.

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The night barely consisted of sleep. There were periods where you calmed down enough to sleep, but you woke up several times in a pool of emotions. You managed to stay asleep for long enough that you'd be adequately rested, and that was good enough for you.

When you opened your phone in the morning, you were sure that any limits to messages and mentions must have been hit. So not in the mood to hear anyone else's opinions on your relationship, you didn't even bother opening social media.

You saw that James had sent a string of texts and tried calling you several times, and your heart ached. He was the only person who you would listen to about this, but you didn't want to hear anything he had to say. What could he say over the phone to fix this?

Then, as if on cue, your phone vibrated with an incoming call from him.

You were torn on what you should do. Answer and listen to him begging for forgiveness, decline and ignore everyone? If you answered and he asked for mercy, would you forgive him? You even thought about airing out all his secrets online in a petty act of revenge. But none of those really seemed like something you would want. In this fragile state, you wondered if anything could help.

Then your attention snapped back to the picture of him on your screen, letting you know he wanted to talk.

Compromising between all the ideas that had just been running through your head, you declined the call and opened your messages. 'come back home and we'll talk.' was all you sent James before tossing your phone aside. 

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