One of the boys calls you a “famewhore" and how you prove them wrong, requested by an Anonymous Annie xo
Zayn: You always liked Niall, he was one of those types that was honest and upfront and unafraid to voice his real opinions. Something you had always cherished, a fact you had to remind yourself of as you had sat blinking back tears in front of the blonde. “S’just, I mean…You hang all over him in public, yeah? You obviously don’t mind getting your picture in the papers, it fuels the stories. Something you seem to enjoy." You never really thought of it like that, stories in magazines were something you had grown accustomed to dating someone famous not something you enjoyed; you had been trying to continue your life as though that wasn’t a reality not trying to make it more of one. Still from that day on you were more cautious of how you presented yourself in public with Zayn, holding hands more and leaning on him less.
Liam: "Look Mate, my point is just- Why is (Y/N) doing twitcams in the first place? Its a bit attention seeking, yeah? I don’t want to use the term famewhore but-" Cutting his friend off you heard your boyfriends speak up; “Zayn, man, I get your point" And you couldn’t help but cower back against the wall a little more at that, he did? You never meant to come across as attention seeking it was just- you received so many questions about yourself a day, were hounded by them, you thought twitcams would be an easy way to concentrate the attention so it wasn’t 24/7. But Liam had sounded slightly bothered by it and Zayn had been bothered enough to bring it up- Without letting either know you heard them you slowly walked away deciding to cut out twitcams all together as proof that you weren’t just out for their fans attention.
Niall: Coming back in from the dry cleaners you were being extra careful with the dress you had just reclaimed, wanting to wear it out that evening. “Hey, Ni, When’s the last time you and (Y/N) had a night in?" Pausing at the sound of Louis voice you hung back from the entrance to the room they were currently occupying wanting to know where the conversation was going. “Uh, S’been awhile. We’re going out tonight." You continued to stand still, “Yeah, I know, that’s all you seem to do; go out. Don’t you ever have nights in? You like them I know, doesn’t she ever like time away from the cameras? clubs? redcarpets?" You held your breath as Niall questioned what Louis meant but you already knew, he was insinuating you only liked Niall when he could take you fancy places or get you in front of cameras. Staying calm you marched up the stairs and put on your comfiest clothes sneeking down into the kitchen to start cooking, when Niall and Louis finally stumbled in to greet you, you were already two dozen cookies in. “Hey Babe, night in alright?" He gave you a somewhat confused nod before agreeing more excitedly. You wanted him to know you appreciated all time with him not just time in the public eye, you would make sure that was clearer from now on.
Louis: Harry was your friend, one of your best friends, that’s what made it even worse. “D-did you just call me a-?" His face looked regretful for a moment before he went on to explain himself; “Babe, I just think you should pay more attention. Your always about the fans. A little, too about them if you know what I mean. You’re not the famous one, sometimes you just seem a little…eager." Stiffly you nodded in agreement, you didn’t necesarily care if the fans liked you but it was nice when more of them liked you then loathed you. On top of that you were already a people person you interacted with most people you came in contact with and it just so happened that dating Louis put you into contact with more people. Still, you didn’t want to cause Louis any problems and his girlfriend being labeled a 'famewhore' would definitely cause him grief. "I-Yeah, okay, I'll try and dial it back a notch." After that you were more conscientious of how you interacted with fans and behaved in public, acting and moving about as discreetly as possible.
Harry: With a grin you angled your phones camera so that less of your face showed and more of the background did then you snapped a few of just the background collaging them all together before uploading to instagram. You continued to meander ahead of Harry and Liam taking various photos before uploading them, one including a quick snap of the two boys goofing around. You hadn't intended to eavesdrop but as you fiddled with your phone you couldn't help but overhearing Liam whispering to Harry; "Oi look, Mate, she finally took a break from playing paparazzo." As Harry asked what his friend meant you couldn't help but analyze the older boys voice- there was a teasing lilt but also a serious edge. "Harry she practically has as many followers on instagram as you do. There's a privacy setting, yeah? Why doesn't she use it unless she likes the attention the photos she post get..." You felt a built guilty then, there were more then a few pictures of Harry and the boys on your account, but you had been a fan once! You thought it was a sort of nice gesture to give everyone a more candid look at the boys, it had nothing to do with trying to get more followers you just posted pictures of your life and they were part of it! With a sigh you logged out of your account deciding to open a knew one that you'd only tell your close friends and family about, this one with privacy settings engaged.
