I choke on my water, coughing as I clear my throat and turn to face you properly. “You- uh, huh?” I force a casual chuckle, tilting my head as I cross my arms over my chest. I look at your excited, yet oblivious, smile then glance at the flowers and box of chocolates in your hands that a secret admirer left in your dressing room backstage.

Except that was me. I’m the secret admirer.

We’ve obviously been very close friends ever since the band formed on X-Factor and you were placed with us, but lately I’ve developed quite the…crush on you. I couldn’t help it! You’re funny, sweet, kind, stunning. It was only natural.

So because we’re on tour and Valentine’s day is today, I made the decision to leave some tulips and chocolates in your dressing room backstage before you came to soundcheck. I labeled them as being from a secret admirer, figuring it’d be a fun opportunity to tease you a bit then admit my feelings. Great idea, right?

Until you came rushing out saying you thought they’re from Zayn.

“Zayn, huh?” I chuckle again, rubbing my jaw. Thank god the others aren’t here yet. “Why, uh, why do you think that? I mean- you know, what makes you think it was him?”