“Sir, could you tell the pretty girl over there that I’m so sorry?” I ask.

The policeman who is sitting in the front seat of the car turns to me. His face doesn’t express anything good, and I quickly realise that it’s better for me to be silent.

I had a fight in a cafe in Daytona with your abusive ex boyfriend who dared to try to speak to you. We were chilling in a cafe near the beach on our free day after the concert, when a certain dickhead came over wanting to ‘re-connect’ with you. He hurt my angel, nobody hurts my angel. He had to pay.

You asked me not to hurt him. but I didn’t listen. How could I when I knew he was abusive to her when they were together? I knew why you wanted me to leave it, if the mafia have to bail me out when I get arrested, I get punished. They order men beat me.

I beat your exes ass in an alley way next to the cafe, people walking by called the police. And now I’m sitting in a police car, seeing how fiercely you’re arguing with the second officer, trying to claim self defence for me. Louis and Niall are trying to calm you down so that you don’t end up in a cell next to me. Although, I would’t mind, considering you wouldn’t get punished by Mafia for getting arrested because you don’t work from them like we do.

I would take a thousand beatings from the Mafia if it meant I got to make that man pay.

When you finally give up and look at me with your most evil look, the second officer gets into the car. You’re angry with me. You has every right to be, you hate the thought of me being punished by the mafia. I get taken to the station, I twiddle my thumbs in the cell for a few hours—not too exasperated because my stay in the cells never lasts long, our mob boss gets me bailed out quickly. I get let out. I then make my way back to the hotel to await my punishment and an angry female.

You’re not my girlfriend, I don’t know what we are. But we care about each other a lot.

The beating doesn’t scare me half as much as you being mad at me does. I’m always afraid to lose you.

I walk into our hotel room, you, Niall, Liam and Louis are all sat waiting for me. I know everyone’s pissed at me for getting myself arrested again knowing the mafia will punish me for it.

“Daytona, babyyy.” I say my usual catchphrase ‘dayton baby’ that i’ve been saying since we arrived in Daytona, trying to lighten the mood.