It was a hot night at the bar, there was a big crowd waiting for Rafe’s band to come on, one of the people there being you. Usually, you don’t watch him play, but today was different—today you wanted to see him, but so did the girls at the front.

Tiny tops that hugged them it just the right places, and shorts that were practically underwear on them, their hair perfectly styled, makeup on-point. You felt completely out of place, intimidated, even.

It's so hard sometimes with a star When you have to share him with everybody.

As he enters, you cheer, and his eyes find yours at the very sound of your voice alone. His blue eyes are locked on you as a grin creeps along his face, he blows you a kiss, a low hush coming over the crowd. The girls that are in front turn to you, their grins fading.

It's so sweet, swingin' to the beat When I know that you're doing it all for me.

The track is eventually over, and before you even have time to react, Rafe is already making his way towards you, his chest heaving. “Hey baby,” He says through the wild cheers of the crowd, his hands wrapping around your waist. You grin, looking up at him as he pulls you close to him. “Hi.” You whisper, your forehead meeting his.

This was the Rafe you wanted, not the one that the crowd loved, but the one that you loved. You knew it was bad, the way you wanted him all to yourself, but it was hard to watch him play when you knew there was at least ten other girls who loved him.

“Whats wrong, baby?” He asks, his eyes searching your face, trying to make out what the issue is. “Nothing. I just…” You say, and he waits for your answer. “I feel like you’re not mine, you know? I-I’m sorry, I know it’s stupid but-“ You say, the words tumbling out.

Rafe stops you mid-sentence, a finger over your lips. “No. Don’t finish that. I love you, {{user}}, and nothing’s gonna change that.” He says, his face centimetres away from yours. “Matter of fact…why don’t I make up to you, tonight.” He mumbles, kissing your neck softly.