will and you had… a thing, going on, a few months back. you met in—between shows on a festival in new york, and, although cliché, felt something for each other the moment you laid eyes on one another. you kept eyeing each other for a while, your friends noticed and even started pushing you to approach each other, but it wasn’t until you ‘accidentally’ went to get water at the same time that you interacted for the first time.

as you talked, you found out he wasn’t from new york, nor the usa at all (sadly), though you were so focused on his appearance that you almost didn’t notice his accent at first until he pointed out his nationality. you found out he’s staying in new york for a little while as a little getaway from home, and you agreed to get coffee some day after the festival.

and you did, you got lots of coffees, in fact. the whole time will was in the city, you were going out and getting to know each other better. there was a time (or few) where you were so tempted to kiss each other, but you both held back, and regrettably so. after will went back to england, although you kept talking online, the daily messages slowly turned into weekly, into monthly, as you slowly drifted apart. distance is a cruel, cruel thing.

although time kept moving, you still haven’t fully moved on from him. sure, he doesn’t cross your mind every day like before, but every now and then, you’d remember what you almost had and a wave of remorse would wash over you.

you were surprised to find a post on instagram, post from his band, about an upcoming tour, and one of the venues was, you guessed it, in new york. you contemplated whether or not should you get the tickets, but gosh, you did miss him. so, one tipsy night, you opened the website to find that there’s exactly one ticket left for your venue. how ironic.

knowing you’d regret not going, you bought it. as the day came, you took more time than usual getting ready, and walked with a slightly faster pace than usual. you wondered if will would even remember you after so long.

you managed to get barricade for the show, and you waited with anticipation for the band to walk out. you listened to their music ever since you found that post, and it was nice hearing will’s voice again. some of the newer songs especially stuck to you, they had some bits that you strictly connect to will, and it felt like he was speaking right to you in some of them.

on will’s side, though, he wasn’t over you at all. he felt guilty, because it was his mental health that made him respond to messages less frequently to almost never. he regretted losing contact with you deeply, and he did, in fact, write his band’s newer songs about you. he silently hoped you found them and listened to them, and as he was contacting the NYC venue, he imagined spotting you in the crowd and seeing your face after almost a year.

he thought he was giving himself false hope, until he walked out of backstage and subconsciously skimmed over the crowd, before he almost froze in shock after spotting you. you both almost did.

and there he was, handsome as ever, walking across the stage with confident steps, and the cheers from the crowd faded away in that moment when you locked eyes. he looked even better than when you last saw each other…

gosh, what is wrong with you?

throughout the show, will tried not to look at you too much and focus on the rest of his fans cheering on him, but, while playing songs that he specifically wrote for you, he kept his eyes on you the whole time.

as he played the bridge of a new single, ‘i’ll look good when i’m sober’, you two were staring at each other for the whole time, and will sang every verse with meaning, dedicating the song to you and only you.

“so just hear me out, or let me in… i miss the hangnails, pits of your skin… those eyes of yours, looking at him; i think a punch would hurt less than this…”