Celebrity Oneshots

Selena Gomez- Aftermath

Y/N's POV:

Today was my first time going out in public after my breakup with Selena. And to make matters worse I had an interview today. I stepped out of the black SUV surrounded by security and walked into the building whilst hearing screaming fans and shouting paparazzi. 'did you cheat on selena?' 'why did you break up?' 'is it true that she's already moved on with the weeknd?' 'is she a slut who goes from guy to guy?'

Upon hearing that question I furiously swung my fist through the air but was pulled back by security. They pushed back the paps and quickly led me away as I fought to be released by their grip. One of the managers sighed upon seeing my state and ushered me off to hair and makeup in an attempt to cover up the dark rings around my eyes.

I appreciated the talented people who somehow made me look presentable for the camera and quickly thanked them as my manager came to lead me to the set. I was told to sit on the comfy chair and given instructions on how to answer questions appropriately repeatedly. I sighed and looked around as I waited for the interviewer who I was told was running late.

She finally ran onto the set and sat down, pushing her blonde hair away from her face, she must have been in her late twenties maybe. I almost fell asleep as they began rolling and she introduced herself to the camera. 

'So we're joined today by a very special guest- Y/N Y/L/N. It's a pleasure to have you here Y/N'.

'Yeah..it's uh great to be here..'

'So you're releasing a new single very soon I believe, this Friday to be exact. So maybe you could tell us a bit about it'.

'Uhh, so you know I write my own songs and this one...it's well quite emotional..it hits hard..uh yeah'. She smiled at me sympathetically before continuing.

After a few boring questions to which I responded with a simple yes or no, came the question I was dreading.

'So you..umm you're no longer with..uh Selena..'

I glanced at my manager, silently trying to ask if he had proof read the damn questions. He shrugged and I mentally cursed him.

'uhh..no..I'm not..'

Thankfully she sensed my discomfort as I shifted around in my seat. Being a rather nice interviewer she drew the interview to a close.

After talking with my manager for a bit he allowed me to go back home immediately. Security led me into the SUV safely and I was driven home as quick as possible. 

Upon arriving, they left me outside my gates and I quickly went to let myself into my huge empty lonely mansion. I sighed as I entered and heard nothing but silence.

I went up to my bedroom and lay on the bed and didn't move, I just lay there like a lifeless corpse. It was true, sometimes quiet is violent. A burst of anger rushed through my body making me leap up to punch a wall. I punched it repeatedly, allowing my skin to graze and cut against the solid material. Eventually my fist had created a hole as well as a pile of crumbled plaster and dust on the floor just below. I sat down with a sigh and examined my fist which was now bleeding quite heavily. Where was she to fix me? Where was she to complete me? 

I felt numb and empty- incomplete without her glorious presence. I lay on the bed once more and finally allowed myself to fall asleep, although it was the happy memories I had created with her that led me to a peaceful sleep.

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I released my heart breaking single on the Friday of that week and it became an instant hit, topping the charts for weeks upon weeks. It was the reason that I was stood backstage at the VMA's getting ready to perform.