You seem Star Shaped. (Blur/Oasis)

Chapter Fifteen

"What the fuck are you playing at?" I whisper shouted at Damon, Liam had quickly left to go and get his coat and I just couldn't hold it in anymore.

Damon shrugged his shoulders at my words and smirked "Just wanted to spend some time with you"

I shook my head and sighed "Don't give me that shit" I told him through gritted teeth, having to turn away and take a deep breath.

Luckily Liam was stood, his khaki parka in hand, ready to go. I'm not sure if he knew that Damon was completely bullshitting or whether he actually believed that there was an element of truth in his words.

The walk to the studio was fairly quiet, luckily it was only a short walk, I'm not sure I could have dealt with the silence for much longer. I wasn't sure what Damon's plan was for when we got to studio, he clearly didn't have a room booked and I knew they wouldn't let us in without one.

We were so nearly at the entrance when a crowd of journalists saw us and immediately ran over, their cameras flashing whilst they shouted questions at us and tried to get their microphones near us. As soon as I saw them I couldn't help but tense up, I hated the feeling of being trapped and completely suffocated by them all. I looked down to see Damon giving my hand a quick, discrete squeeze, I sighed slightly then turned to look at him.

"You're okay" He mouthed before giving me a smile, I nodded my head and smiled back.

I hated how well he knew me, I wish he couldn't read me better than I could myself but sometimes, even when I was pissed off with him, it's needed in situations like this. That simple squeeze of my hand reassured me and helped me far more than he realised. I kept my head down and tried my best to ignore what was being shouted at us, Damon did his best to ignore them but he couldn't help but flash them a few smiles and as for Liam, well I'd never seen anyone react to the paparazzi in such a way. He kept on walking with us but would stop every so often to shout a response to one of the paps.

"Liam, Liam, how was your night with Eliza" One shouted at us, my breath hitched in my throat and I prayed to god he wouldn't respond, but of course, Liam played by his own rules.

"Fucking hell" He said with a laugh as he stopped, his eyes scanning the crowd to see who asked the question. "Well I'm still with her today, so you tell me" He responded with a wiggle of his eyebrows, I sighed and put my head back down, I would have preferred him not to respond at all but I suppose his response could have been a lot worse.

"Damon" One person shouted, causing him to stop and listen which subsequently made myself and Liam stop too. "Does Justine know about your relationship with Eliza?"

My mouth dropped open and I had to force myself to close it, I could feel my heart rate getting faster and my hands starting to get clammy. I looked across to Damon and saw him smiling nervously, I knew one of us had to answer soon or the silence would speak for itself.

"Fuck off, Damon's like my brother, I couldn't imagine shagging him" I told them, trying to make my voice sound as confident as possible whilst forcing a laugh. I looked across to Damon and then over to Liam and sighed, Damon's cheeks were flushed pink and I did not like the look Liam was glaring at him.

I dropped my head back down and carried on walking, feeling grateful to be able to breathe a sigh of relief once I stepped into the reception.

Liam walked in after me and made a beeline for me, I gave him a weak smile and a raise of my eyebrows.

"Sorry, I hate being papped like that" I mumbled once he was close enough, he shook his head and smiled.

"It's alright" He told me, before looking up and staring at me. "Are you fucking Albarn?" He asked, his voice was quiet and had a tone to it which I didn't quite recognise.