The "Biggest" Fan (EN)

22.

When I woke up, all the events from yesterday came rushing back into my head. I was confused about why I was awake so early — until I realized my phone was constantly buzzing.

Jake: Dude, you saw that??

Jake: What the fuckkk

I frowned, but the moment I opened the internet, it was immediately clear what Jake meant. It was a news article, with the headline blaring: Who is Louis Tomlinson, and why even Harry Styles attended his concert?

Oh my god. I froze, staring at it like it might explode. The picture wasn't exactly subtle, either — someone had managed to catch Harry and me hugging after my performance.

With fingers shaking, I opened the article. To be honest, I was curious to find out 'who am I' myself.

Thankfully, the article wasn't as invasive as it could've been — just a bunch of basic bio stuff and a few pictures. But seriously, don't they need permission or something for this kind of thing? I had no idea how the media worked.

At the bottom of the article, there was a link to an interview. My stomach sank. Another interview with Harry? Oh, great. Except this wasn't a polished, official studio sit-down. Nope, this was ambush-journalism at its finest — Harry, getting approached by some reporter as he left his studio.

"Harry, what were you doing yesterday at the arena?"

"Uh... Listening to music?" He didn't look thrilled with the question.

"You were seen with a girl, who turned out to be Lottie Tomlinson — the sister of the guy performing. Was she the reason you were there?"

"The music was the reason I was there,"  he clearly wanted to get out of there but was trying to remain polite.

"But people on the internet are already speculating if you and Lottie are secretly dating."

"People also speculated that I was dating my cousin until they found out she was my cousin. So, yeah, people can speculate what they want. I like to keep my private life to myself."

"Ah, okay... So how do you know Louis Tomlinson, then? You just happened to be there accidentally?" I swear, these reporters never get tired.

"He's a good friend of mine. Very talented. I went to cheer him on, that's all," he shrugged, and I felt bitterness rise in my throat.

Is this what I should have expected when getting involved with a celebrity? Pretending I'm just some random dude you occasionally high-five? Ouch.

On the way to the office, I called Harry. It took him a while to pick up.

"Oh, hey. What's up?" He sounded a bit caught off guard, his voice not really clear with all the noise in the background.

"Are you busy now?"

I could hear him yelling something to someone in the background, but then he came back to the microphone.

"Just album stuff. Still filming, but it's fine, I can step away for a few minutes."

I took a deep breath. "What was with that interview today?"

"Oh yeah, that happens often. I guess it was your first time seeing news articles about you?" I could hear him smirking ironically.

"They seriously think you and Lottie are dating?" My voice was sharper than usual.

"Honestly, I don't care. I just don't want to drag her into this. But I guess it's too late," He sighed, "But yeah, how does it feel to have people writing about you?"