I grin to myself, the pen lid between my teeth at the left side of my mouth. My heart pounds a little as I write down my memorised phone number. This is probably one of the most risky things I’ve ever done, putting my number out into the world like this and it’s all in the power of your hands.

“Don’t lose it, love. You got something on the right corner.” I inform you before quickly walking away, back to my Range Rover as fans swarm the area. I look through the tinted windows to see you staring down at my written digits with wide eyes. You hug the record close to your chest before anyone else could be exposed to something so personal.

The driver speeds off once the roads have cleared and I sit in silence as the boys talk amongst themselves. We get dropped off at the hotel at around 7PM, security already at the doors with barricades at the sides of the entrance incase anyone wants to follow us in.

I open the door to my room for the next two nights and I close it behind me, kicking off my shoes before my phone begins to vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and see a random number.. but the location is in New York. That’s where I met you. It has to be you, I still haven’t forgotten.

What’s the worst that could happen? Nobody else has my number.

I answer the phone, pressing it to my ear. “Hello?” I breathe out.