“There’s literally no one I love more in the world than Stanley Tucci, so this means so much.” I cut myself off with a drunk laugh before starting again. “Thank you very much.” I bite back another giggle before handing the microphone to someone I don’t know the name of while being escorted off the stage.

After putting my trophy in a safer place, I make my way back to my table with a few people congratulating me on the way. I’m just telling myself to smile because I don’t want to make a fool of myself, not like I haven’t already.

You’ve watched me do some crazy things tonight, this is why it’s so embarrassing to get drunk at an award show where the entire world could watch if they wanted to. I’ve kissed Lewis Capaldi on the big screen, told the world and Stanley Tucci about my obsession with him that I didn’t know I had till I met him in person, and you saw me neck a shot on stage with the presenter.

I finally spot you and I begin to speed walk to the table. I sit down beside you, looking over your face and the way you’re smiling at me. “I love you more than Stanley Tucci, I lied to him.” I slur my words as I speak.