“You guys also think that’s weird, right?” I ask, turning my head to look at the other four guys standing nearby who all mutter their agreements. We’re all watching you, the 6th member of the band, wish your much older boyfriend goodbye outside the arena before we head to the hotel. How much older? Well, with you being 19 and him being 32, quite a bit older.

“It’s just…it’s a bit gross. Respectfully,” Liam shrugs from where he’s leaning against the wall. “Only a bit?” Louis scoffs at him. “Proper sickening he is for even touching her,”

I remain silent, still watching you intently with my arms crossed over my chest and brows furrowed. I’m always iffy when it comes to you dating, but I’ve especially never been a fan of this guy. I mean, who dates a 19 year old girl when you’re 32?

Normally the guys you date are dicks who cancel plans last minute, manipulate you, and have wandering eyes. But he’s all that plus 13 years older.

Disgusting.