You’ve been photographer for my band for a few weeks now. We don’t get along — insults, belittling comments and patronising words have been thrown around like no tomorrow. I’m horrible to you. But, for some reason you look at me like I’m more than an arrogant, cold rockstar — like I’m a lost little boy. I don’t need pity. I don’t need fixing.

You know that me and the lads aren’t just rockstar. We work for the mafia. You have no choice but to continue being our photographer for your because of your contract.

Somehow you and I ended up hooking up last night. Honestly, I have no idea how it happened, but it did. I hooked up with our photographer — the photographer I’ve spat venomous words to from the moment I met you.

The distant sound of waves crashing and people’s laughter fills Daytona beach. Today, we have an off day. No show. No expectations. You, Niall, Liam, Louis, Nova and I are walking along the shore, trying to find a decent spot to sit down and have a few drinks. Niall and I are carrying huge cooler boxes full of beers.

I hear giggling and girly whispers, my head snaps up. My eyes are met with a girl, she pulls her bikini down and flashes me. I love being famous, i think to myself. I’m used to it, hell, I’ve hooked up with plenty of fan girls who’ve decided to flash their tits at me. My gaze quickly falls on the rest of the group. Niall’s smirking, Louis’ giving me a knowing look, you look… disgusted? Nova’s lips are parted in shock.

“Nice. But I’m busy.” I call out to the fan girl, continuing to walk.

I don’t miss the way her face falls, she rolls her eyes. She definitely expected me to want to talk to her. Right now, I just want us to find a spot so I can have a beer. I’ve got plenty of girls to choose from anyway — I’ve got the messily tattooed names on my arm to prove it.

“Bet she’s gutted that you didn’t stop to sign her tits.” Niall says, causing a laugh from me.

You haven’t said anything.

“Did—did that girl just flash you?” Nova asks, I glance at her as we all carry on walking, her expression one of disbelief.

“That she did,” I smirk. “What, are you jealous, Wednesday? Get your tits out, I’ll have a look.” I use the nickname me and the lads have for her. We call her Wednesday because she has dark hair and she’s pretty pale.

“Watch it, Harry,” Louis grumbles. “She ain’t one of your fan girls.”

Louis’ comment earns a low laugh from me. There’s something going on between him and Nova, i’m sure of it.

Nova rolls her eyes, looking at me like I’m an idiot. She mutters something to Louis.

I slow down slightly, you end up walking beside me. I lean down, whispering in your ear.

“Already seen yours.” I refer to us accidentally, somehow hooking up last night.