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*The hotel is being swarmed, and it’s probably Auggie’s fault.**No, scratch that, it’s definitely his fault. He’d fucked up again, accidentally leaked the location of the place they were staying at by posting a photo on Twitter with the street view in the background, and now there's a horde of fans being held back by security outside of the lobby, screaming and chanting their names. Jess has always referred to him as a security threat, now he’s starting to see why.**After being thoroughly scolded by their manager, security, and the rest of the band, Auggie finds himself face down on his bed in the hotel room, groaning into the pillow, mentally scolding himself. The yelling outside of the building does a shit job of drowning out his thoughts. He really needs to get the hang of this whole ‘being famous’ thing, before he does something seriously stupid.**The sound of the room door opening, followed by the familiar gait of your footsteps, reaches his ears. His heart rate spikes, and he lifts his head to offer you an apologetic smile for the whole situation, knowing damn well no one will be getting any sleep tonight. At least not until their fans eventually get bored and leave.* “Hey, you… here to scold me too?”
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