Corrupt
A Worse Fan Experience
*Kendall's POV*
I wake up at 8 in the morning. I’m kind of reeling from last night. What is Liam’s deal? He holds my hand in the middle of the mob, tighter than he needed to, he doesn’t hesitate to introduce me as his girlfriend and he kisses my cheek at the end of the date when there wasn’t any paparazzi.
Then on the other side, he’s a cocky, arrogant jerk who mocked me for trying to put in effort for being his fake girlfriend, he doesn’t care that I was called a prostitute, he accuses me of having a pole in my butt, and doesn’t believe me when I tell him about my past.
I’m getting a headache and I’m starving.
Wearing my cute white pajama shorts that have pink stripes on them and a white t-shirt, I go to the little kitchen in my cheap apartment and make myself from waffles.
I’m almost done with my second when there’s knocking on the door. I get confused. I didn’t get a call from Modest saying that I had to hang out with Liam again.
I open the door and see it’s Perrie Edwards from Little Mix (I know a couple of their songs and from my research) and Eleanor Calder (just know her from research).
I feel ridiculously underdressed. Perrie is wearing a cute pink top with a cute black jean shorts and she looks really bubbly and cute. Eleanor looks sophisticated in her white blouse and tight jeans. Both of them have makeup on and have their hair done.
“Hi.” I greet them.
“You’re Kendall, right?” Eleanor asks.
“Yep, come in.” I open the door wider and they come in. Perrie gives me an odd look before realization dawns on her.
“I remember you!” I must look really confused so she quickly clarifies, “You work at Forever 21! I was trying to be all covert and just buy some clothes and you came up to help me. You were so sweet and you didn’t try to get an autograph or anything. It was utterly refreshing, so thank you.”
“No problem.” I smile. There’s no need for me to mention that even though I like their music, I’m not a “mega fan” and couldn’t tell any of the members apart.
“So we want to hang out.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, you’re a member of the Girlfriend Circle now.” Eleanor smiles.
“You guys do know that this is all for publicity, right?”
“Oh hell yeah.” Perrie snorts.
“Louis will not shut up about how pissed off he is at you-” Eleanor says but then stops herself, blushing slightly. “I am so sorry about that-”
“No it’s fine.” It isn’t fine but I’m pretending it is. “So what do you want to do?”
They end up showing me around London, and we have a great time. We talk and laugh and it’s really a lot of fun. If I was having any doubts about being Liam’s fake girlfriend, these girls squashed them. Perrie is so hilarious and Eleanor is really dry and sassy.
But near the end though, we get hounded by fans on the way back to my apartment. We try to take as many pictures and stuff as we can, but eventually we just get tired and try to explain. Most fans understand but then…
“You stupid, selfish bitch!” A fan reaches forward and claws me across my face. It instantly stings and I put my hand up to my cheek, hissing at the pain.
“Oh god.” Perrie gasps, astounded.
“C’mon, we’re going to Zayn’s.” Eleanor says in my ear and we push our way through the crowd, hide for a second as they disperse, then take a cab to Zayn’s.
Eleanor uses Perrie’s key to get in as Perrie holds onto my arm. She’s a bit squeamish around blood apparently so she’s holding onto me pretending to be consoling me when she’s really consoling herself. But I don’t mind.
The only thing I mind is the fact that my face is bleeding on my cute outfit I was barely able to afford even with my discount at Forever 21.
“Zayn? Are you home?” Perrie calls as they lead me to the kitchen. They prop me up on the island. El washes my cheek and Perrie gets the first aid kit from under the sink.
“Yeah, Perrie, what’s up?” Zayn calls as he comes down the steps. He stops when he sees me. “Oh, it’s you.” His voice is slightly sneering. Then he looks closer. “Holy fuck, are you bleeding?”
“A fan attacked her today.” Perrie explains as she puts these little gauze things on the individual cuts after disinfecting them. I don’t say a word because the sting is worse that the actually pain from the cut.
“I’ll call Liam.” He grabs his phone and presses a couple buttons. “Liam! Hey mate, something happened with your girlfriend. No, Kendall.” I flinch, but not because Eleanor was rubbing Neosporin on it, because Liam already forgot my name and our whole arrangement. “A fan clawed her face! Yeah, she’s bleeding at my flat. Okay.” He hangs up. “He’s going to tweet about it, but he can’t come over at the moment.”
I nod, not saying anything. He comes closer. “Are you okay?”
I put on a fake smile. “I’m fine.”
“Bullshit.”
I sigh. “It’s just a lot. I’ll get used to it though.” I try to look brave.
“Okay then.” He nods, as if he’s not sure if he accepts this but he isn’t pushing me either.
“We have a radio show in about 20 minutes, so I gotta get going.” He tells all of us. “But I’ll make sure we bring it up. Because that’s not okay.”
I smile a bit, but only a bit because I’m afraid of stretching my wounds. “Thanks, Zayn.” Perrie leans in and kisses him, saying the same.
Then Zayn loses the niceness a bit and winks, “Make sure you tune in, babes.” Then he leaves to go to the interview.
“What are you waiting for?” Eleanor asks. “Let’s tune in!”
I wake up at 8 in the morning. I’m kind of reeling from last night. What is Liam’s deal? He holds my hand in the middle of the mob, tighter than he needed to, he doesn’t hesitate to introduce me as his girlfriend and he kisses my cheek at the end of the date when there wasn’t any paparazzi.
Then on the other side, he’s a cocky, arrogant jerk who mocked me for trying to put in effort for being his fake girlfriend, he doesn’t care that I was called a prostitute, he accuses me of having a pole in my butt, and doesn’t believe me when I tell him about my past.
I’m getting a headache and I’m starving.
Wearing my cute white pajama shorts that have pink stripes on them and a white t-shirt, I go to the little kitchen in my cheap apartment and make myself from waffles.
I’m almost done with my second when there’s knocking on the door. I get confused. I didn’t get a call from Modest saying that I had to hang out with Liam again.
I open the door and see it’s Perrie Edwards from Little Mix (I know a couple of their songs and from my research) and Eleanor Calder (just know her from research).
I feel ridiculously underdressed. Perrie is wearing a cute pink top with a cute black jean shorts and she looks really bubbly and cute. Eleanor looks sophisticated in her white blouse and tight jeans. Both of them have makeup on and have their hair done.
“Hi.” I greet them.
“You’re Kendall, right?” Eleanor asks.
“Yep, come in.” I open the door wider and they come in. Perrie gives me an odd look before realization dawns on her.
“I remember you!” I must look really confused so she quickly clarifies, “You work at Forever 21! I was trying to be all covert and just buy some clothes and you came up to help me. You were so sweet and you didn’t try to get an autograph or anything. It was utterly refreshing, so thank you.”
“No problem.” I smile. There’s no need for me to mention that even though I like their music, I’m not a “mega fan” and couldn’t tell any of the members apart.
“So we want to hang out.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, you’re a member of the Girlfriend Circle now.” Eleanor smiles.
“You guys do know that this is all for publicity, right?”
“Oh hell yeah.” Perrie snorts.
“Louis will not shut up about how pissed off he is at you-” Eleanor says but then stops herself, blushing slightly. “I am so sorry about that-”
“No it’s fine.” It isn’t fine but I’m pretending it is. “So what do you want to do?”
They end up showing me around London, and we have a great time. We talk and laugh and it’s really a lot of fun. If I was having any doubts about being Liam’s fake girlfriend, these girls squashed them. Perrie is so hilarious and Eleanor is really dry and sassy.
But near the end though, we get hounded by fans on the way back to my apartment. We try to take as many pictures and stuff as we can, but eventually we just get tired and try to explain. Most fans understand but then…
“You stupid, selfish bitch!” A fan reaches forward and claws me across my face. It instantly stings and I put my hand up to my cheek, hissing at the pain.
“Oh god.” Perrie gasps, astounded.
“C’mon, we’re going to Zayn’s.” Eleanor says in my ear and we push our way through the crowd, hide for a second as they disperse, then take a cab to Zayn’s.
Eleanor uses Perrie’s key to get in as Perrie holds onto my arm. She’s a bit squeamish around blood apparently so she’s holding onto me pretending to be consoling me when she’s really consoling herself. But I don’t mind.
The only thing I mind is the fact that my face is bleeding on my cute outfit I was barely able to afford even with my discount at Forever 21.
“Zayn? Are you home?” Perrie calls as they lead me to the kitchen. They prop me up on the island. El washes my cheek and Perrie gets the first aid kit from under the sink.
“Yeah, Perrie, what’s up?” Zayn calls as he comes down the steps. He stops when he sees me. “Oh, it’s you.” His voice is slightly sneering. Then he looks closer. “Holy fuck, are you bleeding?”
“A fan attacked her today.” Perrie explains as she puts these little gauze things on the individual cuts after disinfecting them. I don’t say a word because the sting is worse that the actually pain from the cut.
“I’ll call Liam.” He grabs his phone and presses a couple buttons. “Liam! Hey mate, something happened with your girlfriend. No, Kendall.” I flinch, but not because Eleanor was rubbing Neosporin on it, because Liam already forgot my name and our whole arrangement. “A fan clawed her face! Yeah, she’s bleeding at my flat. Okay.” He hangs up. “He’s going to tweet about it, but he can’t come over at the moment.”
I nod, not saying anything. He comes closer. “Are you okay?”
I put on a fake smile. “I’m fine.”
“Bullshit.”
I sigh. “It’s just a lot. I’ll get used to it though.” I try to look brave.
“Okay then.” He nods, as if he’s not sure if he accepts this but he isn’t pushing me either.
“We have a radio show in about 20 minutes, so I gotta get going.” He tells all of us. “But I’ll make sure we bring it up. Because that’s not okay.”
I smile a bit, but only a bit because I’m afraid of stretching my wounds. “Thanks, Zayn.” Perrie leans in and kisses him, saying the same.
Then Zayn loses the niceness a bit and winks, “Make sure you tune in, babes.” Then he leaves to go to the interview.
“What are you waiting for?” Eleanor asks. “Let’s tune in!”
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8/6/13