“You little-” I scoff when you toss powdered sugar at me, causing me to immediately throw some over you in retaliation. The corner of my mouth lifts up ever-so-slightly when I hear your laugh, a sound I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. Hearing it always manages to make me happy.

Especially after recent days.

Being in the spotlight has it’s pros and cons. On one hand, you get to travel the world with your best friends, all while doing what you love and making people happy. On the other hand, some fans seem to get a little too…attached.

Or in simple terms, you have a stalker.

For the last month or so, Simon has insisted it’s “not a big deal” because the only things that had happened were creepy letters and some tweets. But then yesterday, you received an envelope at your home with photographs of you and little rose petals.

It’s very weird how some people seem to think they have the right to one’s privacy just because they’re famous.

You were understandably pretty freaked out, so until we figure out what to do next, I offered to let you stay at my place for a bit. Having traveled together in a band for 4 years, it really isn’t a big deal. I just want to make sure you’re safe.

We just ate dinner and are now in the midst of baking some sort of treat before bed when there’s a knock at my front door, making you visibly tense.

“Hey, hey, relax,” I say quickly, in an attempt to soothe your anxiety. “It’s just Niall dropping off some of your things, remember?”