Somehow I got home. Don't ask me how but I woke up at around 1 pm in my bed. Swiftly taking my phone, I saw a bunch of notifications from Instagram. From likes to comments and DM's. ''The fuck..'' I was still laying in my bed and saw that jonah tagged me in a story. Opening it up I immediately regretted it.
'Say hi, Y/n!'
I was leaning my head on his chest and continued dancing.
'Y/n say hi to the limelights!'
I started waving at the lights inside the club and laughed.
'No no Y/n, the camera!'
I finally turned to the camera and smiled like a little child.
'Oh, heya!'
The story ended with me giving the camera a kiss.
Shit. I immediately looked at the other boys' stories, just to see more videos and pictures of this kind. I wouldn't mind it, if they were my friends from the city. But knowing how many fans they had, I knew this would go down pretty bad.
I looked at my profile just to find 25 thousand new people following me. Quickly closing instagram and looking at messanger to find the boys already awake and talking about the situation.
europe tour
jack; it's not that bad.
jonah; zach's drunk
zach; I'M DRUNK!
corbyn; we could just say you're happy
daniel; anyone heard from Y/n?
jonah; no..
zach; I WAS DRUNK
jack; zach's not a virgin anymore
corbyn; so we're just going to ignore that we got a minor drunk?
daniel; Y/n's going to freak out
daniel; probably thinks it's her fault.
jack; well..
jonah; no
corbyn; definitly not, we took him
zach; corbyn's right.
daniel; so
daniel; how about we just ignore that we posted this shit, take it down and try to find Y/n?
jonah; I brought her home last night tho
daniel; you what
zach; you WHAT
jonah; didn't want her to go alone and y'all already left bc.. you know
corbyn; oh yeah right
jack; right, that happened
zach; what happened
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tea-time// 1 Book | FINISHED
Fanfiction*Edited* She never knew how famous he was until it was too late. A little help, that's all she gave him. Never would any of them have thought how much that one moment was going to change their lives.
