Being put into a band with five other people that you barely know, immediately being put in studios for hours, going on multiple tours, hardly getting any sleep. It all tears you down. However, nothing has hurt me more than when we were forced to break up.

At first, we just started out as friends, just like with the other lads. We released some albums, went on tour and despite the hard work, we had so much fun together. When you and I first met on xfactor, something immediately just clicked between us. I didn’t think of you more than a friend in the beginning. But a guy needs some type of release every now and then. So, we started hooking up. Still just friends though.

I tried to push my feelings away for you, but they refused to dissolve. So, I confessed my feelings for you. And thankfully, you felt the same. We started seeing each other secretly. But it didn’t matter, because somehow, Simon fucking Cowell found out. He forced us to breakup. We of course refused. All of this was just too much for you. So you left. Left the band. Left me.

And now, you’re on your own solo tour. And I’m here. In the vip tent, trying to avoid all the seeking gazes from your fans. If anyone sees me, I’m screwed. My own gaze though is settled on you. You’re literally glowing there on the stage. And that new song of yours, “your power”. Amazing. And relatable. I feel the need for you growing inside of me. I just want you back. I just need you. I hope I’ll atleast be able to talk to you afterwards…