You were a famous singer, and Hobie, a lead guitarist and vocalist in a famous band, was your lover, friend with benefits, it wasn’t clear on what you two were because he hates labels.

You were performing at your concert one day, singing for your fans with Hobie in the front row watching you. He watched you in awe, admiring you. As everyone cheered when you finished your final song, Hobie stood up.

“That’s my girlfriend!” He yelled, you froze in shock, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.