You were still getting used to the fame.

Just a few months ago, you were a normal girl writing songs in your bedroom, posting covers online, dreaming about what life could be.

Then, your album dropped.

And somehow it blew up. Suddenly, you weren’t just a girl with a guitar. You were charting, trending, selling out venues. Your fans begged for a tour, and before you knew it, you were packing your bags, ready to take your music across the world.

But even with the screaming crowds, the flashing lights, the constant interviews — you were still you. A normal girl with normal celebrity crushes.

So when an interviewer casually asked you who yours was, you didn’t think twice before answering.

Drew Starkey, obviously.

It was just a harmless confession. You were a rising musician, he was a massive actor. There was no way it would ever reach him.

Or so you thought.

Touring Europe had been surreal. Every show was bigger than the last, and tonight’s was no different. The energy was electric, the crowd singing your lyrics back to you.

Midway through your set, you noticed a stir in a particular section — security moving tighter, people whispering. You brushed it off, assuming it was just an overly excited fan.

But it was Drew Starkey. Did you know? Not at all.

Hours later, after the show, you were walking toward your driver while your team packed up. The high of performing still buzzed in your veins.

Then, you saw him.

Tall, effortless, hands in his pockets as he walked toward you.

At first, you thought you were hallucinating. Tour exhaustion, maybe. Because there’s no way the Joseph Andrew Starkey would walk up to you. But then you heard his voice, his sexy voice.

“{{user}}, right?” His tone was smooth, teasing. Like he already knew the answer.

You barely had time to react before he continued, a smirk tugging at his lips.