𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧 ✯

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

My jaw drops to the floor almost immediately.

I look at the date and see it was only published three days ago.

"How have I not seen this?" I say, mostly to myself.

I flick to page eight and There I am and Damon has his hand over my shoulder as we were both just heading back into the tent, and another of us mid conversation before I left him.

I don't look as bad as I thought I would look in my drunken state, the shots aren't very well taken and my hair is covering the majority of my face. At least they didn't catch me throwing up.

I didn't notice anyone with a camera, then again I was tits off my arse high on something so I wouldn't have noticed if someone was flying over a rainbow pissing shooting stars in front of me.

I skim through the paragraphs and gather that the press basically think we have something going on.

I slap down the magazine on the carpeted floor. "This was ages ago? Like a whole month, why is it only out now?"

Liam takes the magazine and points to a part in the text, making me aware he's read it all "Look here it says it took them a while to find the photos."

"Jesus. How come I've got no press asking me about this?"

"Well we've managed to avoid them the past few days so." Liam shrugs.

"Why didn't you say something before? Or Noel?"

"We thought you knew?" Liam defends himself.

I put my face in my hands and groan in annoyance. "This is piss, we arent in a fucking secret relationship. If I were, I'd be a lot better at hiding it."

"So what were you doing then?" Liam looks at me.

"I dunno, I was high up my arse being sick and next thing I know Albarn's up behind me wanting to know if im alright, christ i cant even fucking remember half of it, you know Liam that night was mental." I say gesturing to the photos.

I look at Liam and for a second he looks as if he doesn't believe me for a second as if im talking duck shite and making all of this up but then he switches to an unsure face.

I feel a bit guilty for being with Albarn like this since we were in a relationship at the time but then I remember I didn't do anything wrong, it's not like I cheated.

I try to convince Liam a bit more "Come on Liam, you know I wouldn't have done anything while we were together. Don't you remember what we were like?"

"Yeah. I didn't do anything with Justine either. Not even a flirty comment."

Even if me or Liam did do something. I probably wouldn't have mattered anyways ended things straight after that on the night we performed at glastonbury.

I smile and face Liam, my head leaning on the side of the bed "Not even a flirty comment?"

Liam shakes his head, faces me "Nope."

"I don't believe that for a second." I fold my arms.

Liam does his offended face "What? Can't you believe I was a loyal boyfriend?"
"Nope."

"Come on Lars, how low do you think of me?"

I giggle "Very low."

"Now you're asking for it."

Liam then reaches his arm up and grabs one of the pillows from the bed and motions to hit me with it.

I hold my hands over my face half laughing half screaming at him to not do it and then with an evil chuckle the pillow comes and slaps me right in the face. I grab a pillow too to try and defend myself, using it as a shield before using all my force to absolutely batter Liam with it. And almost immediately the other members of Oasis join in on the fun, completely destroying the hotel room.